The Sweat of the Brow (vii)

The first treatment was the Chester-Chen. Two doctors took all the age-reversing procedures they could think of and put them together. It was just a shortcut for celebrities – all your detoxes and plastic surgeries in one six-week retreat, easy to schedule, one swipe of your credit card, in and out. And after a while Chester and Chen realized that when you did all the treatments together, they worked a little better.

That was a hundred years ago. More. A lot’s happened since then. The individual treatments got better. The treatment as a whole got better. It got to the point where a course of treatment could turn your biological clock back fifty years. And progress is still being made.

These days the first treatment is easy. Four weeks in, four weeks of therapy out: eighty becomes forty. One percent of one percent recidivism. With strong exercise and a strong will you can get yourself down to thirty – or the equivalent – before the clock starts again. Then you’ve got another fifty years of life – and fifty years of youth.

It gets harder as you go. Second treatment takes two months and there’s a ten percent chance of recidivism. Third treatment takes six months and fifty percent, and even more money, exponential. Not many people have taken three treatments. Not many want to risk it. Not many can afford it. Not many want it. Not many have gotten old enough yet.

I made good money. So did my wife. We would have had to save for ten years to afford the first treatment. It would have been worth it. Ten years of saving for fifty years of life? Fifty years of life, together?

We would have had to save every penny for every year we’d gained to make the second. Fifty years of saving, just for one doctor’s appointment. Would it have been worth it? I would have been with her. That would have been worth it.

There’s no way we could have made the third. Absolutely no way in hell.

Would it all have been worth it? Knowing it would come to an end? Knowing it was just delaying the inevitable? Knowing we could have been living and instead were working to live?

Yes, it would have been worth it.

Then she died.


~ by davekov on 27 September 2011.

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