The Methuselarity Transformation Read Free

There were some perks to this approach, including total safety and the capacity to embellish the image of one’s partner according to personal taste. While hair was particularly important to Marcus, he had no idea how his image would be enhanced by the woman he was about to embrace.
    Marcus pointed the fingers of his left hand at one of the women and held it steady. The parade stopped abruptly. The woman standing before him was his ideal combination of fitness and sensuality. Her waist was slender and her abdominal muscles well-defined, while the curve of her hips was pleasing and her breasts were round and full. Her skin was the color of almonds, very similar to his, and her hair was jet black. He moved his left hand over the length of her body and her skin turned an almost porcelain white. He passed his right hand past her head and genitals and her hair turned the same fiery red as Terra’s. Now she was perfect.
    He held his hands out palms up and she placed hers in his. He could feel their softness as he pulled her into his arms. She felt warm in his embrace as their lips touched and he could feel her touching and squeezing his now rigid penis. It had been so long since he’d been with any woman that he had to struggle to keep from coming in response to her touch. When she finally guided him inside her, he was overwhelmed with the fidelity of the sensations he was feeling, which intensified as she responded to his thrusts. He closed his eyes, felt her contracting and he came. And then it was over.
    He opened his eyes and she was gone. There was only the plain wall in front of him and streaks of semen on the floor. His breathing slowed to normal and he found himself struggling to hold back tears. He was grateful for the long overdue release, but now the loneliness enveloped him again like a dark fog that threatened to smother him.
    The following afternoon, Marcus returned to the Endless Park and began his daily run. At the beginning of the seventh mile, he sensed a presence behind him and felt his pulse quicken a few beats beyond the usual effects of his exertion.
    “So have you considered our offer, Mr. Takana?”
    He stepped off the moving turf and turned to find his gaze once again captured by those exquisite green eyes. He’d found them almost hypnotizing on their first encounter and had to keep their effect upon him from influencing his decision. Terra was even more captivating than the woman he’d concocted from his imagination the night before. He’d spent most of the morning and afternoon considering the proposition before risking another meeting.
    “I’m in.”
    “Brilliant,” she responded. “So now you must have lots of questions.”
    “I have no idea at all how this would work.”
    Terra explained that he would first be injected with a fluid containing millions of nano scale transducers attached to molecules of delta PNA. This was an advanced version of a technology developed thirty years earlier in which synthetic nucleic acids were custom designed to bind to native RNA and DNA. This infusion contained PNA that specifically bound to neuronal DNA. The molecular vehicle would deliver transducers throughout the brain to create a detailed brain map. His benefactor, or more accurately buyer, would get a similar infusion, mapping his brain. The networks of transducers could communicate with one another and information could be exchanged. In this way, the buyer’s brain would be mapped precisely to his.
    “As your counterpart approaches death, chemical signals will initiate the exchange of the maps. If death is too sudden to provide the automatic trigger, the exchange will be initiated by controllers at a central processing station that will continually monitor the biological processes of you both.”
    “Exchange of the maps? That sounds like my mind will wind up in his body.”
    “Yes, that’s exactly how it works. but by the time you get there, his brain will likely be sufficiently shut down that