The Future is Immortal (Forever Dying – Ch.1)

SiMa

by SiMa

Story
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I’m sitting at the bar of a club. The bass of the music is thrumming through my bones, people are writhing to its beat, and I am bored out of my mind. 500 years, and club culture really hasn’t changed that much.
A woman sits down next to me. “You look like you’re in need of a distraction”, she says, clearly thinking she is adept at offering one. She looks to be barely in her thirties, with carefully messy hair and expensive clothing that is meant to look like it is hand-sewn but probably isn’t. Her lips are arranged into a confident smile and her eyes sparkle with the thrill of the hunt.
I am indeed in need of a distraction. Desperately, in fact. But not so desperate as to stoop low enough to fuck someone who, in my estimation, amounts to little more than a child.
Just before the technology hit that could make people immortal, we thought Boomers were old. Now, that seems laughable. Seventy years is nothing. At seventy, everything can still feel new and fresh and exciting. At seventy, your eyes may sparkle. 400 years later they will radiate boredom and resignation. Maybe mockery if you have a knack for cynicism. Since that doesn’t apply to the woman in front of me and 300 years ago, we came to the realisation that immortality is not as desirable as it may seem, that means my would-be suitor is all the age she looks.
“I believe I’m too old for you”, I tell her, showing her the claspless bracelet that identifies me as immortal. They would have liked to mark us more permanently, but nothing can penetrate our skin. Guess there is such a thing as too far when it comes to health.
Unfortunately, the girl is not deterred. Indeed, she looks even more intrigued than before. “I appreciate experience.”
One would think forever looking like you are 25 would be a boon. One would be wrong. If you can count on anything, it’s that there will always be people whose sexual advances will make you nauseated. It used to be mostly guys. Now, I have to brace myself against the plump sexual advances of anyone approaching me. Young me would have considered that progress. Young me was an idiot, who called herself an optimist. Proven by the fact she chose to risk her life on a barely tested miracle. I guess I got what I asked for. There was just no one old enough yet to warn me eternal life would be so disappointing.
“Not interested”, I say. I am so over this conversation I can’t even find the energy to be annoyed.
“Come on. I’m sure there’s still something I can teach you as well.”
“I doubt it.”
“Fine. If you think you have something better to do…”, the girl sneers. Seriously, she is a toddler.
But even if she wasn’t, I actually do have better plans for tonight. Today is going to be the day! I’m finally going to die. And if I’m going to go out with a bang, it’s not going to be with this girl.

© SiMa 2024-01-11

Genres
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Moods
Dark, Funny
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