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No tomorrow

I did the maths. I applied my higher rational sense to the question. A cure to ageing – the death of death. Yes, it was expensive. Hugely expensive, but then, I had a long time to pay it back. When it first became available, only the mega-rich could afford it and of course, they paid. When you have life-times’ worth of money, why would you not want to get through it? The one known side-effect was infertility. So, the choices were: "lots of time, lots of money all for me" or plan for the future and have your eggs/sperm put on ice so that some other poor slob could do the grunt of carrying your progeny around until it was ready to face the World. After a very successful few years of sales to the rich, Phoenix Pharma realized that its market base was eroding/had recouped their R&D costs and could now offer the cure at greatly reduced cost. I was able to buy immortality for a mere £1.25m pounds on an 80 year mortgage. I was 22 at the time.

The bottom really fell out of the cryogenesis market back then. A lot of frozen heads thawed out when the lights went out on those businesses. And then rotted. It was the end of one ridiculous joke. I was too slow to react to that; I could have sold short and gone towards paying off some of my mortgage, if I was smarter. About 10 years smarter. Ten years into the mortgage is when it started to hit me. Before the cure, teenagers and 20-somethings had acted as if there was no tomorrow. Now, for some of us, there wasn’t.

Story by:

Pintoo

submitted at 12:52pm

26 January 2009

Pintoo's web:

www.jackanoryjr.blogspot.com