[ 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 .

The Young fear death. The old do not. I heard that phrase more times than I could count in my youth. I was always waiting for that moment where I would become Old. I waited for the moment where I would no longer fear death, the heat leaving the last ember of my youth. I know now that it is all lies. I am 92 years old and I still don ’ t want to die. 
 Clinical immortality has been around for many years now. My children are 70 years old yet they will forever be 25. They had the fortune of the extension injections for their entire adult lives. Some people are actually starting extension injections in their late teens, in order to be permanently shorter. I was already too old for the shots to work. Myself and my generation grows grey as we watch our children slowly take the earth from us. They have eternity and they are not content to give us, the last geriatrics 50 years. We are marginalized and put into supervised homes for our benefit. We are banned from many professions ostensibly for public safety. We are are not permitted to spend our own money so we may be protected from fraud. Youth now sees old age as a sickness, an ailment to be eradicated. 
 The treatment of diseases has made old age better than it was. I do n't have to worry about heart attacks, strokes, cancers, or senility. The leading killer of the old has become suicide. I am 92 years old, and I still do n't want to die. I thought about it many times, but I was too much of a coward to jump. If I still had my guns I would have done it. Of course they took those away too. 
 My children do n't come to see me anymore. They ca n't stand the smell of the approaching grave. the stench of my old age reminds them of their own mortality. Disease and old age may be gone, but death still lingers on, behind the curtain, in the back of the closet. No one speaks of him any more. 
 I was prepared to slowly and gently walk into the grave, to embrace the ground from whence I came. I was ready and accepting of my fate until today. Today an extension injection was released for me. It can reverse my aging, it can take me back to 25. I will look like my children. They sent me video cards with their children. One made me a giant card that says “ Grandpa will live forever with us. ” Do I want to live forever? All I know is I am 92 and I don ’ t want to die. 
 How long will I live without this pill? My doctor says I could live to 150. That is a long time. My father dies at 54, his father at 51. My children say they are coming next week to take me for the first round of my extension injections.. I do n't think one of them even considered asking me. 
 I fake sleepiness and weakness. I say I do n't want to deal with the side effects this week. A week wo n't matter if I am going to be immortal. My children reluctantly agree. Black squares replace the faces of my loved ones. I think I may prefer the squares. I do n't know what I want to do. All I know is I am 92 and I don ’ t want to die. 
 The next week proves the pill too good to be true. The young pass more laws. The planet is not big enough for everyone. The Reverses, will require care the clinical s do not. the youth all decide it it's in everyone's best interest to relocate the The Reverses in space, inside specialty exploration capsules. Inside a controlled environment Reverses will be easier to treat. The Youth are taking the very ground under our feet. The old are many, but the young control everything. We are dependent upon them for the extension injections. We can not win. We can not even fight. 
 I make my choice I will not go to a great nursing home in the sky. I do n't believe they can turn me young again. I do n't believe they will. I know I don ’ t want to be 25 ever again. In one moment I make up my mind I will not get the injections. I am 92 years old and I want to die, just not today. 
 My children are in tears, they do n't understand, They say they could come visit often, the price of space travel is not what it used to be, etc.. I could meet a girl and have a new family. They never did like my refusal to date after their mother died. I don ’ t want to start a new family. I want the impossible I want to see my children grow old and become grandparents themselves. 
 In the end they acquiesce. I am allowed the privilege of growing old and dying. There are a few holdout like myself around the globe, but most of the old were forcibly given injections and sent up and away... 
 I am 153 now and I still sit here at home in my chair. I walk in the park. I am now am the subject of stares. My children tell me I am one of the oldest people in history. They are great great grandparents now. My descendants are all terrified of me. I am an anachronistic relic. I hear a knock on the door. For a moment I think it is is finally death. No one has knocked in 50 years. I laugh at myself. I know death never knocks, he lets himself in. I see my daughter at the door crying. Beside her is a doctor and two large male nurses. My daughter explains a new virus has mutated. It incubates in the extension deniers. It has already migrated to the reverses, it may migrate to the clinicals. Public safety is at stake 
 I laugh loudly. I was right, I know what is coming next. I am too old now for the reversal. There is but one option, suspension injections. These people do n't even have the courage to call death death, or murder murder. I sigh and resign myself to my fate. I sit in my old chair and roll up my sleeve. The doctor moves in quickly and silently. He is an experienced killer; he has done this before. I look in his eyes in my last moment, the moment before he puts the needle into my neck. I see nothing but delight.I am 153 years old and I do n't want to die 

