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A review by vigneswara_prabhu
A.D.: After Death by Scott Snyder
Rating 3 out of 5 | Grade: B; Poignant, thought inducing, Depressing
Sometime in the distant future, a bunch of billionaires discover the cure for death, or rather aging. Using the genetic material drawn from Claire, an orphan with the Neotenic Complex Syndrome, and engineering it to produce a booster serum which can stave off aging, if administered every few years.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world had gone to shit, with regressing societal conditions, environmental disasters and of course, the threat of nuclear war.
Errant, an old eccentric billionaire, gathers a small clique of individuals whom he considers useful, and takes them to a safe haven, a retreat constructed on the mountain peak, over 12000 feet high.
Over time, the commune would swell up to 4000 people, all being administered booster shots for immortality through the water and shots. Plants, livestock, cities, their own little niche of civilization safe from the chaos of the world, which at this point had gone to complete catastrophe.
A barrier of unnatural psychedelic lighting clouds now separates the immortal utopia from the surface world. Whether or not it was a result of the freak weather following the nuclear winter, or something put in place to deny entry to any adventurous survivors remains to be seen.
So, in this glass city of Kandor, humans live, live and live. Centuries pass, cycles come and go, until living just becomes a chore, it becomes merely existing. The human mind, with its limiting capacity, can only retain a few hundred years' worth of memories.
In time old memories, that before the collapse of the world, of them living normal moral lives are erased. Centuries pass like there were merely a season, and all the collective memories collapse into a congealed indecipherable mess.
You could meet someone for the ‘first time’, without realizing that a lifetime ago, he/she was your significant other, or closest friend. When time stopped to have meaning for human life, so did life itself.
Sometime in the distant future, a bunch of billionaires discover the cure for death, or rather aging. Using the genetic material drawn from Claire, an orphan with the Neotenic Complex Syndrome, and engineering it to produce a booster serum which can stave off aging, if administered every few years.
Meanwhile, the rest of the world had gone to shit, with regressing societal conditions, environmental disasters and of course, the threat of nuclear war.
Errant, an old eccentric billionaire, gathers a small clique of individuals whom he considers useful, and takes them to a safe haven, a retreat constructed on the mountain peak, over 12000 feet high.
Over time, the commune would swell up to 4000 people, all being administered booster shots for immortality through the water and shots. Plants, livestock, cities, their own little niche of civilization safe from the chaos of the world, which at this point had gone to complete catastrophe.
A barrier of unnatural psychedelic lighting clouds now separates the immortal utopia from the surface world. Whether or not it was a result of the freak weather following the nuclear winter, or something put in place to deny entry to any adventurous survivors remains to be seen.
So, in this glass city of Kandor, humans live, live and live. Centuries pass, cycles come and go, until living just becomes a chore, it becomes merely existing. The human mind, with its limiting capacity, can only retain a few hundred years' worth of memories.
In time old memories, that before the collapse of the world, of them living normal moral lives are erased. Centuries pass like there were merely a season, and all the collective memories collapse into a congealed indecipherable mess.
You could meet someone for the ‘first time’, without realizing that a lifetime ago, he/she was your significant other, or closest friend. When time stopped to have meaning for human life, so did life itself.