Last Call for the Stars

The old man looked at the large neon sign on the top of the roof entrance to the thirty-story building. INTERNATIONAL FREEZE, INC. He paused long enough to take one last look at the city of Los Angeles Major, a sprawling jungle of steel buildings clawing its way into the smog-filled sky like some perverse gray monster. Through the thick, artificial eye lens, it was difficult to take in every detail, impress it on his mind. This image would have to last a long time -- if things worked out right. Slowly he faced the entrance to International Freeze. Hal Grant was about to enter a future world which could offer immortality . . . or death!