[ CC ] Humans have discovered how to live forever , allowing them to die when they feel ready to do so . But it is considered bad form to live for too long . You have lingered much longer than is polite and those around you are trying to convince you to die .

**EDIT: I'm a fool, I did n't realise you wanted criticism I've written a story instead! ** 
 
 “ Thank you so much for throwing this banquet! ” Edmund exclaimed, patting his full belly with satisfaction. 
 
 His host, Penelope looked over at him. Only if one looked closely would they spot the whisper of a frown flutter across her face, before her expression returned to bland pleasantness 
 
 “ You ’ re welcome Edmund ”, she said. “ But are you sure there ’ s nothing else you ’ d like to eat? ”. Her eyes gestured pointedly towards the small canister next to Edmund ’ s wine glass, the orange bottle with a skull and crossbones on the label. 
 
 “ No thanks! ” replied Edmund. “ I couldn ’ t manage another thing! ” He pushed aside his untouched pistachio and walnut ice-cream that had been carefully prepare just for him. 
 
 The other four people at the table glanced at one another. Although nothing was said, there were waves of carefully repressed annoyance coming of the party of dinner guests like smoke. A small fat man sitting opposite Edmund ostentatiously glanced at his watch, and let out a theatrical sound of surprise 
 
 “ Oh! ” he exclaimed “ it ’ s sunset now! You get the most beautiful view from the balcony here ”. He looked around at the others and then nodded vigorously in agreement. “ Edmund, you really should see from the balcony on the 8th floor ”. 
 
 Edmund ’ s blithe smile began to fade. He looked around at the ensemble. “ I suppose….I could? Would you all….like me to ‘ see the view ’? ”. The note of pleading in his voice was clear, but the guests forced their feelings down. 
 
 Penelope looked at the others and rolled her eyes. They always left it to her to be the bad guy! “ Yes, I think you should ” she said decisively to Edmund. “ It ’ s up those stairs ”. 
 
 Edmund slowly rose from the table, his face now a mask of misery. As he pushed his chair back under, and enormous wrenching moan of metal and masonry sounded from outside the window. All the guests looked up, towards the source of the noise 
 
 Penelope was the first to realise and spoke quickly “ yes, hurry along Edmund, you don ’ t want to miss that beautiful sunset! If you go now… ” 
 The rest of her words were drown out by an enormous WHOOSH sound as something wide, flat and made of stone fell down at great speed past the window, crashing cacophonously on the ground below. 
 Penelope looked downcast. It had taken all of Friday evening to chip through the supports and struts of what had been her favourite place to sip cockails al fresco, and for nothing. 
 
 “ Never mind ” she said. “ We might as well just phone for taxis for everyone, it ’ s getting rather late ”. 
 
 Edmund felt sorry for Penelope; he wasn ’ t as stupid as he pretended to be, and could read between the lines of the evening. He reached out to her 
 
 “ I ’ ll do it ” he said gently, “ I ’ ve just got a new phone today and haven ’ t really tried it out yet. How many do we need, three cabs? ”. 
 
 The other guests nodded glumly as Edmund walked into the hall, pulling his Galaxy Note 7 from his pocket and turning it on… 

