Time may indeed be on your side. If you can just last another quarter century.
By then, people will start lives that could last 1,000 years or more. Our human genomes will be modified to include the genetic material of microorganisms that live in the soil, enabling us to break down the junk proteins that our cells amass over time and which they can’t digest on their own. People will have the option of looking and feeling the way they did at 20 for the rest of their lives, or opt for an older look if they get bored. Of course, everyone will be required to go in for age rejuvenation therapy once every decade or so, but that will be a small price to pay for near-immortality.
I'll believe it when I see it.
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Uh-huh. And we can't manage people's arthritis pain without making their hearts explode. I'm not too worried.
Yeah, Tep, it was utterly fucked up. His moral rigidity his insistence on being as harsh and judgmental toward himself as toward anyone else, just made it all worse.
Everyone who knew them both was convinced that they had had an affair, and everyone was also convinced that it ended after just a couple of months. But Lewis couldn't allow himself to walk away from the mess: he'd promised his friend to take care of his mother, and the fact that he'd subsequently slept with that mother and she'd turned out to be mentally unbalanced didn't free him from that promise; in fact, in his mind, he was now more responsible for her than ever. She was unwell, widowed, without a son, and now fixated on him because he'd sexually used her, so clearly the only thing that could make it all worse than it already was would be to abandon her. So he stayed. He supported her and her daughter financially, said "How high?" every time she told him to jump, and made a conscious decision not to get involved with any other woman while she was alive because, having been such a selfish sex-obsessed bastard, the least he could do was spare her that pain. (And this was even before his conversion; he was a furious atheist at the time, but no less a rigid moralist.)
So seriously fucked-up. Stubborn, emotionally immature, trying so damn hard to do the right thing and be honorable and flailing without a fucking clue.
We still don't have flying cars. I won't believe in "age rejuvenation therapy" until I see some fucking flying cars!
Or personal jetpacks. That'd work, too.
Personal jetpacks are soooooo 2002.
But I would like a flying car.
We still don't have flying cars. I won't believe in "age rejuvenation therapy" until I see some fucking flying cars!
Heh. I was thinking the same thing.
I'm watching the Sox/Yankees game on NESN and they have James Taylor on and the commentator says, "I hear you live out west now, James." JT says "Yes, that's true. I live in Lennox, Mass."
You small-y yankees are weird.
I need chatter.
I'm getting weirded out by being in an almost empty apartment and still wondering how the hell I am going to get everything that is left up to Belmont and wondering when the cats are going to stop hating me.
wondering when the cats are going to stop hating me.
10-14 days after you move into your new place.
