Note to Self

I wake in a sleek, futuristic hospital. My last memory is from the nightclub, a birthday celebration. Now here … A note sits beside the bed. It says, ‘Welcome to the future.’ It’s in my handwriting.

 

In a world where currency resides in the monetisation of youthful beauty, Kry has been granted a privilege. Eternal youth through cutting-edge science. But there is a downside. Every de-ageing process erases recent memories. The question is no longer what the future holds but what the past hides.

 

A story about the science of vanity …