Billions would die as a consequence of famine, disease and international conflict. In the end, the world would be owned by a few tyrants who would never grow old, never die. Change would be outlawed as dangerous. Science itself would be outlawed! Mankind would stagnate, imprisoned forever in the fossilized amber of an immortal existence. Is this what you want?”, she asked fiercely.

“No, momma,” I said contritely.

“Would you like me to make you something to eat?”, she asked, “You’re looking a little pale.”

I nodded and she said, “Why don’t you lay down on the sofa while I make lunch for you? You don’t look like you been sleeping well lately.”

 

I lay my head down on the corner of the sofa while she got up and made lunch for me.