Wonder Drug

Wonder Drug
Sirtuins, an enzyme I think, has the ability to rejuvenate 
human cells; but it is very expensive to produce. Hence
only the elite can use it and thus live to be 500 years. 
 People shrink after two hundred years the fortunate
will be as tall as five years old and demand door bells 
and light switched placed on the skirting board. 
 We, the mortal, will have to bend down as we always 
have done to the powerful who are related to divinity.

Lottery in the future will not be about money but win
the right to be injected with Sirtuins. But the winners will 
not join the elite, but alone face the horror of watching 
family and friends get old and die out while they continue
to live in a world that is and echo of yesterdays anguish 
devoid of laughter, love and newness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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