The Immortal Inequality (A Short Story)

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In time, society figured out how to prevent death, and everyone became immortal. As a matter of fact, we can stop all unwanted forms of aging, with bodies perpetually feeling like they were in their twenties.

Amazing isn’t it? Well yes, but there were some unexpected results in how it became implemented.

First, the rich received treatment before everyone else. For a while, this was an experimental (which means expensive) treatment that only the truly wealthy could afford. As it became more established and the costs decreased, the middle classes started using it, but it was labelled as an optional medical expense by most healthcare agencies and still out of reach of many of the poor of the earth. The wealthier got to reexperience their better bodies, forever, while many poor still aged and some died before they could get this death-defying treatment.

Ok, governments and charities may have solved that one. Legislating coverage and subsidizing it so that everyone in the world can get it. But another problem persisted:

Debt has become eternal. One’s debt will never go away. Not even the slow deterioration of one’s body towards retirement absolves people from their obligation to pay their debts. Those indebted must work and work until they pay back every cent (with interest), forcing them into awful, low-paid jobs.

The wealthy, however, are able to make money at an exponential rate; whereas, the waged poor and middle class only make money through salaries, which follow a much slower, linear model. Thus, in addition to their initial lead being far too great, they continue to expand their wealth leaps and bounds beyond what everyone else can.

Where does this money ultimately come from? Those with less. They are fleeced as the cost of standard expenses rises and rises filling the coffers of the wealthy widening the chasm for the indebted.

Death was once the great equalizer, the cut-off that nerfed everyone how much further ahead or behind they happen to be at in the race, but now, that check no longer exists. The wealthy shoot at lightning speed ahead, and nothing exists to keep that lead in check.

And they use that to control the type of afterlife they would like to have. The poor are increasingly forced to harvest more and more for the rich. The middle class, too, although they have more flexibility to establish their own comforts and hobbies when they are off from working. The rich can choose whether to expand it on luxuries, or for whatever reason, spend their afterlife wasting away at work. And no individual has a real chance of catching up with them.

This is how society chugs along. We continue to build our output forever, locked into this system of inequality. Expending more and more resources and engulfing more and more planets in the universe until one day, maybe, just maybe, we will expend all the resources that keep us going in this hell of immortality, allowing the cleansing fire of death to finally renew us once again.

A Warning from Death (A Short Story)

Hello,

I wanted to write a letter to clear things up. I am quite possibly the most misunderstood person you will meet. Most people fear me, but I’m not scary. I am the one who helps you pursue what is most important in life. I am the End, yes, but the end is what makes the journey a journey. Without it, you would no real reason to focus on what is most important, nor acceptance of what you have. By establishing finiteness, I establish value.

I know very well what it is like to be feared. This is the standard way humans misunderstand me. I have dealt with it for millennia. What I didn’t anticipate was your corporations. They drain bits and pieces of my essence for their profit, all in the effort to give others cheap profit. Momentary happiness or release to hook people into an addiction in which I slowly drain them into me. The endless machine of more and more is ever consuming. It will only expand to engulf your world and everything in it.

What is truly shocking to me is how these humans who drain the life of others for their own profit don’t really gain much of anything in the process. These vampires are too wasting their life. They just spend their life trying to make more instead of enjoying what they have. Addicted to money and the gain for more more more each quarter, they remake their consumers into their own vampiric image. They also leave their employees husks of their former selves, only able to consume with the little energy and money they have. Take me as a purist, but this bends the very foundation of what I am.

So take this my warning. Embrace death so that you can embrace life, but if you embrace this, you are embracing nothing but a shadowy existence that is neither.

Yours truly,
Death

Whispers Among the Stones (A Short Story) 

It all started the day my parents moved us to the cemetery to save money. We would hide here among the stones at night and beg out in the streets during the day. 

We had nothing, but the little we had decreased every day. On the streets, most people would ignore us as they walked by. I would walk along the path looking for someone who might at least speak with me or do anything but stare straight ahead as if I did not exist. 

No one chooses to sleep in a cemetery. Only us and the untold dead. 

I saw a former classmate walk down the street. I shouted and followed him. After several blocks he turned around to acknowledge me. I could see the horror and sadness in his face as he had looked at what I had become. 

It got worse overtime. We got less and less energy. We would beg closer to the cemetery and eventually just along the road right outside. Few people came by here, but we couldn’t make it much further. Our bodies wasted into our skeletons as we got more and more desperate for food. 

Sometimes we couldn’t even muster the ability to leave the cemetery. We just sat there looking into the city that had treated us as if we were already dead. 

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