I can imagine it now. Lying on my deathbed, surrounded by my family, thinking about my life and what I've achieved. I've done most of what I've wanted to do. I've travelled the world, had a successful career and met a wonderful lady with whom I had the pleasure of creating some amazing children... but one thing has always eluded me: Half-Life 3.
In one last-ditch effort to secure the possibility of playing the holy grail of games one day, I call my solicitor to change my will and leave the kids with nothing. Instead, I pay for myself to be frozen with an agreement that when I awake, there should be a top of the range PC waiting for me. A few hours later, I die alone.
It is the year 2105. I am pulled out of a fridge by strange men in lab coats and taken to an observation room where there is a strong media presence. I am the first human of the past to awake, and the world is awaiting my first words. "H...Half...Half-Life 3?", I finally mutter. The collective shaking of heads causes me to go into cardiac arrest. I die again.
