Would you be concerned if you were told that a rogue planetoid would collide with Earth and destroy all life on it in the year 7141? Probably not. It is so far off in the future that it's one of those events which can be left to our descendants to solve. It would be a 'not our problem' event.
What would happen if you suddenly found yourself immortal though? Then it would be your problem. Would the impending apocalypse be a little more urgent?
This is the story behind the 'A Vested Interest' book series by John and Shelia Chapman. The ebook of book one is free and details the moral struggles of three scientists who are developing a genetic treatment which, if successful, could greatly extend human lifespan. Their goal - the very essence of life itself.
Of course there’s a lot more to a series of 9 books (more on the way) so check out the website for more details.
Authors' Website : http://avestedinterest.info
Facebook Page : http://www.facebook.com/A.Vested.Interest?
Donna picked up the two steaming mugs of coffee, one with milk, one with Coffee-mate and sat them in coasters onher coffee table. She glanced at her watch and grinned. Richard was late, but he was often late. She was quite fond ofRichard, but Gary was right. Richard had a problem with punctuality.
Sitting cross-legged on her sofa, Donna reached for the remote and switched on her smart TV. Selecting the blueicon, she started Skype and waited for Gary. Since she and Jared had parted ways, Donna had moved back into herapartment, at Shreve City Towers.
She, Richard, and Gary had formed a habit of visiting and sharing a morning cup of coffee together. Early morningfor Richard and Donna turned out to be early afternoon for Gary. No matter how many times he reminded them;neither Richard nor Donna seemed to understand Gary needed something called sleep. The six hour time differencebetween the US and the UK always caught him out. They called him at all hours of the night.
Donna was in deep concentration, thumbing through her stack of mail. She didn’t notice when Gary came online.She took a sip of her coffee and yawned.
“Wake up!” Gary shouted.
Startled, Donna jerked the hand holding her coffee mug. “That was mean!” she grumbled. “Now see what you made me do? I’ve been waiting for this letter for the last three days, and now I’ve spilt coffee all over it!
”“Sorry Baby. What is it?”
Donna’s face beamed. “Probably a letter telling me I’ve got the job.”
“What job?” Gary frowned. “I thought you were coming over here.”
“Not if I get this job in New York,” she smiled.
There was a knock on her door.