"The idea is that the human body is a machine. It is capable of determining all aspects of its function, including its chances of falling apart," Phoebe stood in front of uptight men and women. They needed the funding and this forum was their last hope.
Every slide she projected explained man's deterioration process. As she continued the audience remained unmoving.
Was the idea ridiculous? Were they breaking the moral code? Perhaps they did not want to give her the time of day because she was a woman? She needed to get their attention and she knew how to do, with a small smile she paused the presentation on the next slide.
It showed a decrepit man, his eyes were lifeless and it felt like it was staring at every person. People started squirming in their seats, murmurs, and gasps echoed throughout the once quiet room. As you continued to stare at the photo, it seemed as if he was getting weaker and weaker as every minute passed. He resembled a withering plant, that got their attention.
A cough broke the audience's concentration on the man and brought back to Phoebe.
"Ladies and gentleman, what you see before you is the inevitable," she started.
"You," she pointed at a woman that sat near the stage.
"And you," she pointed to another one further back.
"And me, and everyone in this room will eventually end up like this poor man!"
She stared at them, studied their expressions. They looked distressed, worried, anxious and she had them eating at the palm of her hands.
"We don't want to irradiate death, many have lost their lives to that quest. But what if I tell you, that we could delay it."
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Pomona
FantasyWhat if we can delay the inevitable? It is now in the hands of a group of scientists to create a drug that would remove the need for any medical procedure and possibly slow down the aging process giving us the ability to live for over 500 years or...
