Sucker's Roulette

Sucker's Roulette

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The year is 2110. Medical science has managed to "square the curve" of human mortality. Health has improved and average lifespans have increased to more than one hundred years, but the maximum human lifespan remains unchanged. It is normal to past a hundred with the health and appearance of early middle age, then experience a sudden and fatal health crash. Sarah Kumar is a sixty-year-old former coder, training for a second career as a data journalist. She thinks she has a scoop about a mysterious man who seems to have gone "over the wall" - surviving, somehow, to a hundred and forty years old. She's been on his trail for months, her money is running out, and now she thinks she's about to find him.
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