The Meaning of Death
The envelope on my desk contained a calendar with five hundred dates already written on it. I sat in my study at the house on the Long Island shore, the one my grandmother had left me, and watched the first year tick away. Five hundred years of life, purchased through the Eternity Protocol, the United Nations-approved genetic extension program that had given more than half a million people what...
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