Time Heals by Poul Anderson appeared in the October 1949 issue of Astounding. It can be read here at Archive.org.
I know what I said about Poul Anderson stories, but I would be remiss if I did not thoroughly review issues of Astounding to give as complete a picture (snapshot, really) of the publication.
Time Heals is a thinky story in which a man with terminal cancer freezes himself in a stasis chamber as part of a program to freeze the terminally ill until a time at which they can be treated. Rather than cryogenics, the Crypt uses temporal stasis. They, uh… prevent the flow of chroniton particles, or something.
Hart was a witty and clever playboy, an artist, a dilettante, and an intellectual. He’s smart and rich, and the Crypt project has an arrangement to invest all program participants’ assets so that when they emerge from stasis, they ought to have more than enough funds. Hart ought to awaken and find himself a well-to-do curiosity, able to fit into whatever society he ends up in.
Except he awakens surrounded by odd people with vaguely Swedish accents who’ve constructed a highly traditional utilitarian society in which an agitated young man such as Hart may find no place.
Earth’s population has been decimated by wars, but things have turned around and produced a few rather stable centuries. While a few solar and extra solar colonies exist, they are largely out of contact with the homeworld. There are only 30 million or so left on earth. A high-trust eudaemonic insular society in which family groups, tribes, matings, and what have you are determined by optimized personality matches means that there’s less need for a large population, as the population there is is now hyper-efficient.
Hart may be cured of his disease, but he’s a caitiff, an outcast, a pariah in polite society. Due to his psych profile, he’ll never be accepted into a tribe or familial group, and due to a genetic predisposition to cancer, he’ll never be allowed to mate. Eventually, he takes a busy-work post at a weather monitoring station that’s created for him to keep him out of society’s hair. At the weather post, he shuns all contact from the outsider world and refuses to be relieved. He’s discovered to have gone insane when he stops filing his daily reports (all of which were immediately trashed; he wasn’t actually doing useful work, he was just being kept out of the way), and with great sorrow, his doctor feels his only recourse is to refreeze him until a time at which psychiatry can deal with a case such as he.
Looking for adventure in your sci-fi? Cirsova #8 is coming…