Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Vanilla Sky

Being quite wealthy but ill, I'd

Bought my spot as a candidate

For a new experiment tried,

To turn my life more than just fate.

Cryonically suspended, I

Into a dreamlike state was placed,

Giving my mind constant supply

Of "Utopia," interfaced

With an A.I. system control.

My husband hired a pro to hack

Into the system with the goal

Of giving me a mind attack.

Death is, as I am now aware,

A bad glitch in A.I. software.