I dream that I am standing under a roof of blue sky, in a field of midday sun and yellow sunflowers, surrounded by the scent of wet grass and the music of singing birds and buzzing insects. Then I open my eyes and remember that I am Zach Moreland, 142 years old, and I will never die. The ceiling is white, the walls are white, and at 8 a.m. every day, the nurses come out of the nursing station to wake up. residents. My nurse is one of the older models from the days when they all had a flashing red light at the top of the chest. It is often the only element of color that we see in the Institute of Life where I live. Jason, my roommate, has a newer model nurse, but Jason is only 104 years old. In the swimming area, I walk naked and feel the heat of the synthetic HdeA steaming over my body. As I walk, I remember a time long ago when bathing meant soaking in hot water, so hot my skin was red and I would stay in the tub until my toes wrinkled. My nurse carries me my clothes as I come out of my daily biotic bath. White pants, white underwear, a white shirt, white socks and white shoes are presented to me. I have the right to dress myself. I try to put my pants on while I'm standing, balancing my weight on my left leg while tucking my right leg into my pants. “You may fall,” the nurse said. “Please be careful. I advise you to sit on a chair to put on your pants, socks or shoes,” explains my nurse. His voice is familiar, almost human, but devoid of cadence, emotion or concern. “You would never let me down.” You are a computer, be logical, I can't hurt myself", I say. "Your health is my only concern", replies the nurse. Technology to perpetuate life...... in the middle paper.. ....I thought I would feel something again We only stand still for a moment to see where we are The snow covers everything as far as the eye can see, sparkling in the afternoon sun. We hear the song of a bird and see a red cardinal perched on a blue spruce tree against a backdrop of blue sky that extends to the blanket of snow. Jason begins to cry. excitement. Then he falls, both laughing and crying like a child. Lashaun clutches his chest and others are out of breath but smiling, some finding a place to lie down peacefully or make snow angels. then look at the yellow sun. Becca hands me a synthetic apple she saved from breakfast. She says, “Here, in case you get hungry later. » She always speaks in code. I stretch my arms as wide as the distant horizon and take a step forward..