[ 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 ...

There's a point to it, I'm afriad'' the beast explained. 
 
 Emilia Neil had n't expected to wake on in a simple chair before a plain white table, surrounded by monsters, so she neatly concuded she had n't. the fog of sleep had n't quite dissolved yet, but even so, this could n't be happening. 
 
 `` a point to what?'' she asked with a smile, looking towards the beast. it's face was much like a bats, but only above the mouth. below the mouth were a mass of teeth and tentacles, writhing and shaking and sounding exactly like a courteous englishman. the bulging, misshapen suit helped the illusion. 
 
 `` death, my good human. you were about to cure it'' he smiled. there was no way to know the thing was smiling. it's strange, waving tentacles pulsed and quivered when it spoke, but surely it could n't smile. still. she remembered that it had. 
 
 `` I was? yes. I think I was. chromosonal therapy and repair. not the most important of interests, but I think I was onto somthing'' she smiled. it'd never been the most glamerous of jobs, and she'd had some uncomfortable conversations with her partents about it, but still, she was proud of the work, most of the time. 
 
 `` you were, yes. the cure for death. tell me, what were you looking for?'' 
 
 `` well...'' she paused, perhaps embarrased. but the thing smiled again, and put her at ease. `` ensuring skin elastisity, hair colour, those kinds of things'' she shrugged. 
 
 `` indeed? vanity? how... approrpiate'' the thing shrugged back. `` no matter. I've called you here to stop you, I'm afraid. you ca n't be allowed to share your work. you ca n't cure death.'' 
 
 `` death? any why not?'' she smiled. the game was getting away from her a little, but dreams often did. it helped to smile and try to keep up, 
 
 `` why, because death is important. death keeps you young!'' the thing grinned again. `` and death keeps you quick. without death there's nothing new.'' 
 
 `` nothing new? just imagine what we could accomplish with all the greatest minds working together!'' she grinned back, shaking a fist. this might be fun after all. 
 
 `` aye. imagine leanardo davinci trying to build a atom bomb out of pine and canvas, or plato arguing with einstein about the size of the atom. minds, even old ones like my own, can only learn so many new things before they take to holding onto the old ones.'' it quivered in what was a laugh, and somehow silent. `` tell me, what's the best pie you ever had?'' 
 
 `` erm,'' she paused, trying to think of the right answer before giving up. `` the one my father used to make'' 
 
 It laughed again. `` see. not because it was the most well made. that was at the pine branch eatery you went to with Elise last year for your birthday. Your fathers is the answer because it was the one that taught you what pie should taste like. After that, nothing else can beat it.'' it grinned again. `` so we need you young. we've been stealing your indeas for centuries, and it's youth that lets that work. a race of perpetual youth...'' it trailed off. 
 
 `` go on?'' she risked 
 
 `` you ca n't go back. and we do n't kill, so you're staying here. there's a lab you should like, and plenty of ideas we'd like you to work on, if you like'' it said, smiling again. `` we hope when you come back to your senses, you'll be as conmfortable as you are now. if not, you'll ajust the the new arrangements. another advantage of youth'' the thing laughed as she fell from concousness. 
 
 somehow, she doubted she'd wake back in her bed.
