[ WP ] Everyone knows the exact time and date of their death . Your date has passed , but nothing happened .

Immortals. They... we were called immortals. After the last life threatening disease ever to exist on this sphere was eradicated in 5645 AD, perfection as a race was not very far away. No more hunger, no more poverty, no sickness, and most importantly, no more death. This held up for almost 6 decades and we could n't be more proud of ourselves. Our leading scientists devised a formula that recoded our DNA to regenerate indefinitely and interminably. This made us immortal. You know how they say that you acquire a new body every 10 years? Well imagine acquiring one every 10 months. The formula was designed to also stop aging at 25 years of age, which meant you could be 100 years old and maintain the body of a 30 year old. We had made ourselves immortal. We became gods, and not gods like those of Egyptian folklore, or those found in Rome or Greece, no! We were real gods. After almost 60 years of no deaths in the world, things were beginning to get tight. We could n't build any higher to fit all of the population and we were running out of food. Only one solution was created, an anti-formula that took our immortality, and reduced it to a mere 100 years to fulfill our dreams and desires. What were we thinking playing God. Everyone was given this `` vaccine'' and within months, those that were approaching 100 years old, those who had received the immortal vaccine back in 5645 in their mid 40's, slowly began to die off. It was the turn of the millennium we were returning to a manageable population. Of course not everyone was ok with this. There was a small group, a small sect if you will that defied this order and never got the immortality ending formula. The formula was never made again to teach those that did n't get it a lesson that immortality is n't all that it seems to be. Of course there were public records that showed everyone's age and their exact 100th birthday, and everyday the Remain Extracting and People Eradication Responders ( R.E.A.P.E.R ) would go out in search for those correspondents whose day it was to be, well, eliminated or extracted. So we come to me. Why am I so special? Truth be told I'm not, but it just happens that yesterday was my turn to be extracted. I'm still alive, I'm not dead. I'm terrified, have I done something wrong? Last night I had a dream of a man with a long gray beard. I remember lots of running and hiding. But most of all, I remember crying and bullets and blood. Why am I not dead. My time is up. I'm 100 years and 1 day old. The REAPER has n't come for me yet and I'm starting to get worried. Am I really complaining that I'm not dead? This morning I found a diary. Mostly old pictures and a letter. In those pictures are two men and a child. It's the man with the long gray beard from my dreams! I read the letter. My grandfather and father. The leader of the sect that did n't get vaccinated. No records of me ever existing. Bullets wo n't do good since my flesh will regenerate in a months time. I'm stuck here forever. I have to find them!!!
