A moment before immortality - Tashkinov Juriy 10 стр.


 The time has come for the main experiment. I cant wait any longer.

He injected the drug into his wife. The job was done, and now fatigue took over, and the man fell asleep with his head on the granite countertop, next to the flasks and test tubes containing the precious drug.

***

The unknown is nearby, but it passes behind a closed door, so few ordinary people have any idea what is happening. Hundreds of worker ants are huddled in the subway, and some are stuck in traffic again. The students, still carefree, with a bottle of beer in one hand and a girls hand in the other, were discussing the theory of superstrings, on which there was a test tomorrow. Anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers once again gathered a parade in defense of the rights to freedom to manage their own health and against the introduction of chips to their children. Perhaps everything will end with a peaceful demonstration, but most likely it will again not happen without the destruction of 7g cell towers. Meanwhile, the fate of humanity has changed radically forever, in the small basement laboratory of a still little-known scientist.

***

A small room without windows. A table and two chairs at which two men are sitting. The only source of light is a lamp near the ceiling.

 Full Name?  said a man in a military uniform with colonels shoulder straps, clean-shaven, with a small bald spot on his head and strictly knitted eyebrows.

 You know. Ive already been interrogated a good hundred times.

 But not me. Dont make it worse. Your affairs are already bad.

 Immortal Andrei Ivanovich.

 Okay, Mr. Immortal. Do you mind if I smoke?

 Certainly.

 Do you admit that an underground laboratory developed a drug called Vera, which helps increase tissue regeneration?

 Not certainly in that way. This drug makes mammals immortal.

 Thanks for the clarification. Scientists will still have time to figure this out. If you are right, then I can smoke without fear of lung cancer anymore. Do you confirm that you contributed to the spraying of the drug on the territory occupied by five settlements?

 Yes.

 Do you repent of what you did?

 I do not regret anything.

 But you were offered cooperation. You would be the richest and most famous scientist. And instead of fame and fortune,» the investigator looked around the room, «here is this little room.»

 Yes. I was offered a contract to produce a drug that would sell for a billion dollars per serving. Who could afford this? Immortality for a couple of dozen people? Who should decide who lives and who dies? Sorry, its not for me.

 But you certainly wont decide who lives and who doesnt. You must develop an antidote against the Genie you awakened. Today you will go to the laboratory.

 No.

 Im sorry, what?

 You probably rarely hear this word? Ill say it again. No! No! No! I dont think I committed a crime. I saved hundreds of people in cities where a new coronavirus outbreak began. These people are no longer afraid of any disease.

 But have you even thought about the consequences? Pharmaceutical and insurance companies went bankrupt. Thousands of people were left without work. The ruble, the global currency on which the economies of hundreds of countries depend, is jumping. And the resources  who will restore them? The children will grow up  and who will give them a job? Where should they live? Food and oil will also run out one day, and only billions of immortal barbarians will remain who will eat each other for breakfast. Do you want that?

The investigator took out a tablet from his briefcase, and a three-dimensional image of the morning newspaper appeared in the air.

 Read the newspaper headlines! «Immortals are the cancer of the planet,» «The mad professor sprayed cancer cells into the air,» «The Immortal is the killer of humanity.»

 I dont know, maybe this is connected with my love for a woman named Vera, but when everyone sees the future in gray tones, I continue to believe in people. We can find a way out of this situation. But death has been our greatest enemy since the dawn of humanity. One of us had to win. We were lucky that the winners were people, and not an old woman with a scythe. You can take me back to the cell. I will not be developing an anti-immortal drug.

***

They walked along the sand holding hands. Two suns were rolling towards the ocean horizon: one blue, slightly smaller in diameter, the other red, larger.

 What a beautiful double sunset. This planet is so romantic!  a woman of about thirty looked into the eyes of a fair-haired young man.

 Yes, I like it here too. Do you remember, some two or three thousand years ago we lived on the same planet. Well, how did they live: is a hundred years a life?

 Do you remember how I was accused of genocide for my invention?

 Yes, people then thought in too narrow a framework.

 And now we own two galaxies, and who knows how many more will be conquered? We are just seeds with which humanity will spread throughout the entire Universe, visible and that which is hidden from the eyes of modern science.

 Eh, Andrey, your faith in progress is immortal.

 I hear from Vera Immortal.

They smiled and joined in a passionate kiss.

«I promise, you and I will be together forever.» And even death will not separate us.

***

Andrey opened his eyes. It was lying on the granite countertop. The contents of the flask spilled over the laboratory journal. His head was pounding: I wondered how many hours he slept? This is not surprising: after so many nights when he slept for three or four hours. He approached the bed hopefully.

Vera opened her eyes.

Lets remain mortal?

At the foot of this high-rise building you feel like a small ant. Plastic, glass and metal. The lenses project thousands of images onto the retina, and it seems to you that the arrow in front of your eyes points exactly to the entrance. And around there is a noisy stream of three-dimensional traffic of cars. Fortunately, the earphone allows you to temporarily turn off all unnecessary noise using audio filters. A three-dimensional image of a blonde in a strict black suit appeared on the wall. «Space real estate agency» X; A-12» Lowest prices for Martian real estate. Its profitable with us!»

Ilya will nervously brush away the annoying advertising, in the hope that augmented reality will no longer be needed today.

«Why are you trying to turn off advertising? Are you not interested in this product, or should you change to another advertiser?»

He cant afford to buy licensed lenses (and who, besides the heads of the Corporation, can afford this?), and in the pirated copy, every couple of minutes, unexpected advertisements pop up every now and then: add a six to the name of the casino  and youll get the opportunity to win a million! Great-grandfather told Ilya that previously advertisements were shown only every ten minutes, and then it was possible to change the TV channel. Although, everything was better for him: robots didnt take up jobs, the grass was greener, the sun was shining brighter, and carrots cost only two hundred rubles, and you could buy them in any supermarket, instead of waiting for delivery from the agricultural reserve, and go out You could leave the house at any time, without a curfew or two-hour exit permits. These old people are storytellers, living in the past, and meanwhile the world is moving by leaps and bounds towards progress. And how did they live well? The ruble was not their international currency, and the world spoke this strange English, not Russian. And you can eat carrots that are printed. It tastes no worse.

Ilya pulled the medical mask first on himself, and then on Marina, and carried her in his arms into the building.

There is a bright fluorescent light inside. Absolute sterility: the nose seems to be able to detect this absolute absence of smells here, and sometimes it seems that you are sick with the Martian flu. I walked in and two robotic nurses immediately ran up.

 Sir, how can we be of assistance?

 Take her to Doctor Flerovskys room.

Three-dimensional images of awards replaced each other on the walls in the doctors office.

 Semyon Karlovich, it was I who called you. My wife She also became infected with this Martian infection.

 Calm down, darling. Have a seat. Ill look at the patient.

The lens magnified the image of Marinas throat many times over. The doctor put his ear to his chest so that the earphone amplified the sound of breathing. The doctor blinked, apparently carefully examining the lungs in the X-ray range. Any medical equipment these days is implanted as an organ of the doctors body.

 Thats what I thought. Its a cold.

 Doctor! Cant you see: shes barely breathing! And the temperature!

 Calm down and sit down, Ilya Sergeevich, it seems?

 Yes. Sorry. I got excited. If she has a cold, lets give her an antibiotic. The pharmacy refused to sell it without a doctors prescription. If its just a cold and not the Martian flu.

«There is no Martian flu,» Semyon Karlovich tilted his head slightly.

 But what about the symptoms

 I mean, no one has the Martian flu and no one has had such a thing. All these are fairy tales for the population. And there is only a cold. And other diseases. Only now there are no antibiotics either. People mixed them into livestock feed, and now there is nothing left for us. Bacteria have learned to defend themselves against our drugs, and in the last couple of months we have been left without medicine. Medieval alchemists were closer to the invention of medicines than we are. Your wife will either recover on her own or she wont. But Im powerless here.

 Take her for treatment!

 There are no seats.

 But I have insurance!  Ilya was losing his composure and was already screaming at the top of his voice.

 Everything is fine?  Security robots ran into the doctors office.

 Yes, the patients relative is already calming down. Ilya Sergeevich, robots have replaced all but a dozen professions. But now doctors are no use either. We have no more medicine. You are no better than other people with insurance. The waiting list for the hospital has already been booked for the next three years. I dont know whether your wife will need my services in three years.

 Ill pay you. How many do you need? Any money?

 Sorry, but I cant help you. After all, I myself became infected, and I cannot even cure my own family. Thats why they called the Martian flu because the only way to escape from it is to fly away from our planet. Or stay at home for the next two hundred years so as not to get infected. Although, there is another way

Semyon Karlovich handed Ilya a three-dimensional business card.

«Immortality Corporation. Eternity for you and your loved ones»

***

What is eternity? An ordinary room two by two meters, where you are forced to forever huddle with one woman, with the exception of a couple of hours a day when you can walk freely? Endless quarrels over trifles. It all seems like nothing now, when eternity must come to an end. Or is there a way out? The lens has already scanned the QR code, and Ilya is immersed in watching a multi-hour advertising video.

An Asian girl with her hair tied up in a bun walked into a huge room with high ceilings, Ilya followed her. An elderly man was lying on the bed, and his head was inside a huge metal ring.

 A modern tomograph scans the brain, neuron by neuron, connection by connection. Zettabytes of information on our servers.

The picture changed to a huge room filled with metal boxes with electric current flowing through them.

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