The machine wouldn't stop beeping.
Ten days.
That's how long he'd been holed up in here.
'How did he even reach this place -this desolate, frozen outpost in Siberia?'.
He was once at the pinnacle of the scientific world and now, now he was here.
He caught his reflection in the metal panel and looked away.
He couldn't even recognize himself anymore.
'They did this to me'! He muttered shakily.
He smelled of beer and vodka.
His beard hung thick and matted, sticky with only God knew what, and worst of all he'd been wearing the same clothes for a whole fortnight.
But he couldn't care less, by the next full moon everyone would more or less the same as him dirty, sad, and utterly crushed.
He would make the world feel what he felt ten times over; he would make them regret ever doing what was done to him; he would flip the whole food chain on its head.
Beeeeeeppp! The machine behind rang out, "and now it begins", he muttered to himself, flinching from the smell of his breath. Now all he had to do was put the combined elements in the stasis pod and the new age of humanity's redemption would begin.
He was their God now, alive or dead he would decide how their life would be for the next fifty: no a hundred years to come.
Bheeep! The machine let out a low grump, signaling it was done synchronizing.
With that he grabbed the revolver on the counter and a chair, putting it beside the machine
His finger hovered over the sequence.
One movement.
That was all it took.
BEEPP! He started the sequence, and now all that was left was him
Cock! Bang!