[ WP ] After humans discover the genetic sequence that regulates age , the Galactic Biologists decide to reveal themselves and intervene . They send an envoy to Earth to explain why they created mankind with a limited lifespan in the first place ...

The light beige door opened up to reveal a lanky young man with dark eyes enlarged by the lenses of his boxy, black glasses. He said something along the lines of `` Who are you? ``, to the man on the outside, but his focus was distracted momentarily by his greasy, black hair. 
 
 `` You can call me whatever you please,'' the man on the outside responded as he entered the lab, observing the computers and papers scattered on the rows of desks. 
 
 `` Ehm, is there something I can help you with, sir?'' The lanky man said nervously. 
 
 `` Theo, we need to talk about what you've just found.'' 
 
 `` Well, I was just looking into this bit of the genome that Alan from the lab asked me to analyze.'' 
 
 `` Yes, and that's what we need to talk about. I'm sure you know the gravity of this of course, right?'' 
 
 `` Well, yes, but the information is highly confidential.'' 
 
 `` I am aware and that is why I am here. Humans can not live forever, Theo.'' 
 
 `` I have n't gotten that far yet, sir, but,'' Theo said with a nervous giggle before being cut off by the stranger. 
 
 `` But you would, Theo, if I was n't here to make sure you do n't. Mankind ca n't be left alone without being bound to a limited lifespan.'' The stranger aserted. 
 
 `` What d-d-do you mean, sir? A-a-and who are you?'' Theo said with a tremble. 
 
 `` You ever experience a beautiful moment Theo? Have you ever wanted to just be there with your thoughts on that beach in Santa Monica where there was no one else? Where you could watch,'' 
 
 `` How do you know me, s-s-sir?'' Theo interrupted. 
 
 `` We ca n't leave you there with your thoughts, Theo. We ca n't leave anyone just floating through time, their thoughts floating through time at the beach or through time in the trenches of Vietnam with a bullet in their throat. We ca n't just let humans exist. They have to work within time constraints. They have to make use of their time. They have to make use of one another'' 
 
 The stranger stepped forward and put his hand on Theo's throat. This is it Theo thought to himself. This is the last moment I experience, and he imagined that beach and the sun setting and the warm sand on his body. 

