Day In, Day Out

Ajax heard the conversation in the break room and felt the need to jump in. “Ha! Immortality. I tell you what, if something sounds to good to be true, then it probably is.”

“Who could afford that anyway? The crazy rich. You don’t make that kinda money working shifts here.”

Rick just went on like he hadn’t been interrupted. “Like I said, they’re hiring, you go in for a couple of weeks up at the center and they read your biorhythm and suitability. Then if they got a buyer that’s a match, they can switch your genetic material over the course of a couple of days.”

Ajax scoffed. “Yeah, then what are you left with?”

“They pay you pretty well. Like you said, the people buying up youth are the ones with too much money.”

“Great, they take the best years of your life, and your left with a little money and whatever time you still have left.”

Rick paused.

“They just do all at once what this factory is doing to us day by day.”

The lunch bell rang, and he returned to his station, with something to think about.

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