“Congratulations, Mr. Baker. You’re officially cancer free. Welcome to the year 3015.”

I grabbed the doctor’s hand and pumped it up and down. Not bad for a recently thawed popsicle. My billion dollar investment to cheat death paid off. Now I’m healthy and far from my nagging ex-wife.

“Thanks doc. Check me out of here. I’m due for a double bacon cheeseburger and a walk on the beach.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Baker, but outside toxicity levels are inhospitable and the ingesting of animal products was outlawed years ago.”

“Aw, heck. Sounds like my ex’s heaven.”

“There’s also the matter of your bill,” said the doctor. “You’re going to have to work off the remainder as an indentured servant.”


“Don’t be alarmed. Your basic needs will be met.”

“So I’m supposed to be some guy’s slave?”

“Only for fifty to sixty years.”

“That’s absurd. I’ll be dead by then.”

“Sorry, but you’re the property of New Life Incorporated until paid in full. The Long-Life serum will keep you young for many centuries. You should feel honored that the president herself requested you as her servant.”

“Well I won’t stand for it. I’m no one’s slave.”

The familiar clicking of high heels made the hair on my neck stand up. I spun around and stared at my ex-wife. She looked as young as the day I left.  My heart pounded as she examined me through narrowed eyes. This was impossible.

“Well according to the law you belong to me.”

About A. L. Kaplan

I am a writer, artist, and parent.
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