Cold Comfort

A futuristic play of cryogenic proportions

ACT ONE, “DIE ANOTHER DAY”

Jim Paillot

Jim Paillot

Overhead lights cast a sterile glow over a conference room dominated by a rectangular, polished wood table. A woman wearing a business suit sits at the head of the table. Three other people slump in chairs. Each wears a white smock that extends to just above bare feet.