[ WP ] Philosophical Horror

I remember the date, January 7th 2014. I was 28 year old and it was 3 months after I had gotten married, plenty of thoughts on the future, plenty of thoughts on the what ifs. I first heard about it due to viral media. Funny how words traveled so quickly back then, or so we thought. Scientists had finally mapped the entire DNA genome and were able to replicate the proteins and amino acids that the body created for itself throughout it's entire lifespan. With amino-protein therapy ( APT as we refer to it now ) there was hope, there was an infinite future on the horizon. It sounded too good to be true, and for the time it sort of was. The world would not be mature enough yet to handle such a break through. As human trials began in the early 2020's and reports of a successful stop in aging started to enthrall the world, the educated and well versed started to understand the implications this would bring. On January 7th 2029, the 15 year anniversary of the original announcement, the product was finally ready. The world, like some had prophesied, was not. 
 
 Society was reborn, it only took three decades and roughly two generations and APT was finally available to all. Here I am, after the destruction of the only society that I once knew, on January 6th 2064, APT's 35th anniversary. I'm writing this because of the sadistic irony. I'm now 78 years old. My wife is gone and my children do not speak to me. I have struggled to keep it together for all these years. This medicine was developed by young greedy people who knew nothing of the world. 20 year old doctors, 30 year old business men and 40 year old politicians and bureaucrats. At my age, with all that I do not have left, what more would I have to stick around for? It is my generation, the forgotten old and few that this new drug does nothing. And so I sit here, knowing my days are some of the few still numbered, ostracized for my belief in the natural way of things. Do n't you see? Nature made the choice for me. Why would I dare stay when all the things I've loved have wilted into a cold lonely winter. I will not. 
 
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