You know, I have some spare time on my hands so I go to school. I’ve gotten ten degrees from Harvard, and two from Pelora since my thirty-fifth birthday. I’ve been slacking what with all the parties and pretty women. Interesting thing is, their science has no concept of a world without a Creator. Western science fights the mere idea of a Creator. It’s an interesting paradox.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s all the Greek gods were. Ageless. Like us. No, I’m not saying we’re gods or anything. Maybe back when people fought with swords and spears we would have been, but not now when a laser or bullet can kill us from a klick away easy.
There’s a funny thing about us. You cut us, we heal faster. It’s like our bodies have decided that this is how we should look for the rest our lives, and anything that works to change that situation has to be fought. Of course it takes a lot of fuel to run our systems. Trust me, all you can eat buffets really hate those of us who don’t age, and we still have the bodies of Greek gods.
They told me to talk about the aging thing. You see, the treatments boost the body’s immune systems so we don’t get sick and we quickly replace bad old cells with good young ones. It’s the sick that makes us old. For those of us who don’t age at all, its like our systems took a snapshot of our one perfect body and then went on overdrive to keep us there, in that exact state, without change.
By the time you read this, I hope you’ve heard the Indians, the ones from India mind you, have old legends about flying cars. They also tell tales of ancient wars that destroyed cities with single strikes. If this is the first you’ve heard, look closely. I’ve found all legends have a kernel of truth to them.