Life forever. By Allan Weck

It’s been four hundred years since Thomas J. Jemstone was born. He is moderate sized and he is very frail. He has a few strands of white hair left on top of his head and he is overwhelmingly covered with wrinkles all over his body. He has living to see his great-grandchildren’s children. He spends most of his time in Hightfield Park, a place where most of the young kids learn to ride their hover-bikes and flightboards. He is sitting there watching the youth of the universe waist their lives away experimenting with drugs and alcohol of all different kinds because “It can’t kill them to try.” It’s because really can’t. In the year 2097 scientists had finally gotten rid of the last disease there was. After that they created a vaccine that would prevent drugs and alcohol from turning your body into a decrepit void of life. Then a little later nano-bugs were created. These “bugs” were placed inside your body so that if any harm happened, such as a broken bone or even a ten inch gash up your left leg happened they would fix it almost instantly with no pain at all. The problem with all this was the fact that the Earth was getting to small for all these people to live forever. Eventually the world’s new space program, Space Exploration-World(S.E.W) began to colonize other planets. When those planets ran out of space, they would find a new one for more people. The real problem with all this, or at least for Thomas was that the scientists hadn’t found a way to fix emotional pain. Thomas is four hundred years old and has nothing left to do at all. He has done everything he ever wanted to do in life at least twenty times. He is the definition of a distant void in life and mind. He has nothing left in life to live for and he has been trough about fifteen different wives in his lifetime. He has about fifty different children, and half of them he has never even met, nor does he really want to. He has been distant from his family for about two hundred years since he moved to the outer slums of Mercury. He lives in an apartment in the back alley of 5,000 St. Today he plans on being different though. You see he has been planning this for many years now and it is finished today, on Reptune 35, 2528. You see, he has been getting the equipment and building his own space pot in a parking lot of a run down hover garage. He finally walked his way over there to make sure everything was set and in order. He ran through his calculations. He is now ready to leave this pitiful universe and find a new home. Even if he is stuck on the craft for the rest of forever, he knows there is something better out their, maybe even something to end his pitiful life. He hits the launch button and everything works smoothly. His last words as he leaves the planet are “Happy birthday to me.”