1 Ancient One's Story

In the year 3147 the average life span is 300 years, but very little people grow older than 350 years. However their is one man that has aged for far longer than that.

529 year old Ren, the last person who remembers the art of programing, is on his death bed. Well its a capsule of sorts but... that doesn't matter. What does matter is that he is OLD. As a matter of a fact he is the longest living human ever, and was often referred to as the Ancient One becuase of his age and wisdom. He was famous as the creater of full AI, an AI able to feel emotion and think almost exactly like a human. The Ancient One is also (by coltateral) the reason people live so long, that being nanobots. Nanobots were made 100s of years ago, by Dr. Jeth. Although the nanobots, at the time, managed to increased the life span of an average human by 20 years, it was not enough. the nanobot needed to adapt with the body as it grew for it to work properly and thats were AI comes in. The combined product of these two genius inventions was a nanobat that could increase the average humans life span by 250 years.

For most people the nanobots would increase their vitality ,but for some reason the advanced nanobots slowed down Ren's aging as well as increased his vitality. In turn allowing him to live much, much longer than the average person. But living so long has 2 down sides:

1) People seek you for help with almost every problem (imagine a world of neets all bugging the same guy).

2)You get bored. I mean when you've lived that long you'll seen everything that can be seen. If theres something new to see, you see it and then bam! You've seen everything you can see again!

So thats why Ren is not sad about the fact hes dieing. He lived a long, athough quite boring, life and will accept his fate. He just prayed that no matter what he has to do after death that he will have a good time doing it. And so he thought about what he wanted in the after life then went to sleep... for the last time.

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*I don't understand.*{A/N: *text* mean the thoughts of the mc}

He 'sat' looking at the the plain blueish-gray wall infront of him and the large white pillars keeping in a soft jail. *No it can't be...* he looks at his short, chuby fingers.

*ohhh, fu-*