Short Fiction: The secret to immortality is found! It's not worth it.
I think it's about time to get some more posts on this blog.
There's this great subreddit. /r/writingprompts does exactly what it says on the tin, someone posts a theme and others write a short story based on the theme. I have decided that I will write something from this as often as possible (once a week to begin with).
So without further ado....
There's this great subreddit. /r/writingprompts does exactly what it says on the tin, someone posts a theme and others write a short story based on the theme. I have decided that I will write something from this as often as possible (once a week to begin with).
So without further ado....
The secret to immortality is found! It's not worth it.
I think back to my own birth. Waking up in a warm tank – an adolescent body, young and strong and fit. I still remembered my previous lives and I was, of course, much more mature (about two centuries more mature) than most other teenagers.
I remember the hunt as I searched the city for my old self, following a blip, using satellites to find myself. I remember the old, crumbling apartment – similar to the one I now find myself in – where my old self had gone to... What? To die or to hide? It doesn't matter any more, he died. I shot him.
I felt disgust and pity then for the old man who pleaded not to die. Pleaded for more time. And now I am that man. Grown beyond my usefulness to society, waiting for my 'upgrade' to take over.
That's the thing they never figured out – although clones share previous models' memories, they are not the previous model. Everyone calls it an inconvenience, dying. They say your consciousness lives on in a new model. That maybe so, but I know my consciousness is in this body. The consciousness in that upgrade of mine is nothing but a ghost – pretending to be me.
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