The Long Century
In the year 2045, there were seven of us. The First Extended. The ones who proved it could be done. I was one of them. Alexander Morrison, forty-one years old, former accountant, newly minted immortal. The procedure was performed in a clinic in Manhattan, and when I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that the nurse looked at me differently. Not with admiration. Not with gratitude. With the...
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