In a flash
Thunder rumbles in the distance, but I hardly notice. I’m fixated on the progress bar. This is the last test. If this passes, my life’s work is complete. No more aging.
I’ve been so careful. No notes, no backups, nothing to steal. I’ve told no-one. If this falls into the wrong hands, it will be abused. Instead of prolonging brilliant minds, it will keep supermodels perky.
The bar creeps towards 100%. It’s at 99 when the room bursts into light. The thunder is instant and deafening.
When my vision returns my screen is blank and I catch the acrid scent of my life’s work going up in smoke.
Photo credit – Fir0002/Flagstaffotos
