[ WP ] The cure for death is found . But die to the fear of overpopulation on earth , people are given a choice . Stay on earth and be mortal , or be cured and go on a deep space mission .

Life. Death. The box. Either way you look at it, you'll end up in a box. The question asked Warren during a recruitment assembly was `` How expensive will yours be?'' 
 
 Warren's uncle was one of the first to be cured of the one disease mankind has been fighting against since it had the decency to stop dragging its knuckles. The media was up in arms over immortality saying it was science spitting in the face of god. People were shot in the streets during protests. 
 
 The whole operation was n't cheap. Cost his uncle everything he had saved up and then some, but the banks let the loans through because he had the time to pay them back. That's how most folks got roped into the debts they're in now. Why most are spending their lives serving at the behest of the rich few that managed to get out ahead of this miracle before it went planet wide. 
 
 See, the problem was, and still is, land. Who's got it? Who wants it? Where are they gon na squat? A problem the ancestors wrote about and discussed at length for decades without proper commitments. They were blinded by mortality and the problems facing them in the now, so it's hard to blame them. Hindsight, and all that. Besides, what does it matter to him while he's hurtling at millions of miles an hour towards the potential new earth K10078334? 
 
 K10078334 was an earth-like planet a few solar systems away, roughly 1.3 times the size of Earth with a similar atmospheric makeup. Maybe a little heavier on CO2 and arsenic but by the time Warren made the return trip there would be some kind of `` atmospheric scrubbers'' invented, probably. 
 
 With population on the rise and death growing stagnant, companies began advertising free immortality with the discovery of a habitable planet. Folks went apeshit to get their life debts forgiven and the demand for proper deep space transportation could n't keep up, which is why Warren was sitting in an a-pod-ment roughly 4x10 meters. Some advertising execs figured most people do n't leave their apartments already, and, what with metabolisms almost completely halting, not much food was needed. `` Fly through the stars at near-light speed. For the thrills. For the fun. For the new human race.'' The pods come in over 50 colors ( Warren got a slick steel grey with red lettering ), came with a cryo-bed in the deluxe models, and were given a 7k live-streaming camera that automatically uploads progress to a custom Youtube channel for all to see. 
 
 Warren, being of sound mind and body, jumped at the opportunity when he turned 21. It was n't an easy sell for his parents. He was set to flunk a second semester at college and knew `` more than the fucking bullshit professors did.'' He threw half-remembered quotes and statistics gleaned from recruitment pamphlets until his mother broke down and his father left the room. 
 
 On board the ship, Warren had remembered little of his time breaking through the atmosphere as he'd been occupied writing his introduction speech for his audience. After several long minutes spent fixing his hair, he looked straight into the camera, pressed the power switch, and let loose what would be the first few lines of his eventual biopic amazon-flix web series: `` Hello youtubers. Warren Boffat here to save all you from your sad, inevitable implosion. And, to answer your first question, yes I am single... ladies.'' 
 
 Lost somewhere in the half hour introduction were the warning signals attempting to prepare Warren for cryo-sleep. It was n't until he was halfway through describing his ideal first date that the final bells sounded and the chamber sealed shut for the next 800 years.
