[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

I'd been stuck on the cliff for the last hour, readying my courage to jump. I'd gotten a little too close to the glacier and tore my wingsuit. I must have tumbled a hundred feet or more before I came to stop on this little outcropping of rock. I lay there, painfully bruised before I sat up. It was going to be impossible to climb down -- the South face was literally just a slanted sheet of ice except for the odd outcropping like this one. I could n't trust that another hundred-foot descent on a mostly straight, only partially slanted, ice face would have the same effect, that it would be something I could walk away from. 
 
 But the sun was going down and I did n't want to jump in the dark -- as comforting as it would have been to not have to see the ground rushing up at me, jumping into the unknown would have been ten times scarier. As terrible as it sounded, I wanted to know the second of my own death, I did n't want to start thinking, `` Am I there yet,'' and then crash into the ground in some horrible real life comedy. 
 
 So I readied myself, took a deep breath and jumped. After a good two to three seconds in the air, I hit and started bouncing and skidding the rest of the way down. That's when my neck broke and that's when I realized what was happening. I'd heard that killing another human exchanged your remaining lifespan for theirs. 
 
 Whatever mystical thing had happened, it was n't able to be tricked. It was always the rest of their lifespan, presuming nothing else happened. A death row inmate did n't count. Even with lethal injection coursing through their vein, it triggered off whatever lifespan they would have otherwise had. There had been a rash of murders when society realized what was going on, and then realized just how many deaths were self-inflicted. Obesity, cigarettes, not enough vitamins, not getting enough sleep, it was robbing all of us of years of our lives and that made people's assumptions about how long they were going to live a little wonky. Given that being happy and contented enabled a person to live longer, usually the people who were willing to pull the trigger were the ones with a shorter lifespan anyway. 
 
 This had led to some distressing changes. Child soldiers had been a real thing in Africa, but this just led to the adults in charge abusing the heck out of their child soldiers, giving them as much refined sugar as they wanted, giving as many cigarettes as they wanted, etc. The goal was that if enough years were stripped off the soldier's lives, nobody would want to kill that soldier, even in self defense -- you'd only hurting yourself either way. 
 
 Once people realized that changing how you lived really did affect how many years you had left to live, I'd started living healthier. Exercising, one hundred pushups a day, one hundred situps a day, you know the drill. I'd stopped smoking, I only ate real whole wheat bread, not enriched whole wheet bread, etc. And now that I was killing myself, whatever it was would trigger off my lifespan each time, and then exchange it, after the damage was done. I was basically healing back up every time I took damage. 
 
 As long as I was killing myself, I could n't die! I wondered what I should jump off next, the Statue of Liberty, or the Empire State Building? 
 
 > There are three parts to every story. The beginning, the middle, and the twist. 
 
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