Chapter 3 - Amber’s Journal
Plymouth, Ma
December 22nd 2111
4 a.m.
With a deep sigh she got up and went to her desk. She had to admit it: the pills were doing a good job. Science advancements had made available treatments capable of considerably slowing down the ageing process and improving the quality of life, but it was not much, considering the still unsolved problem of human sterility. The world was now inhabited by increasingly old people in search of immortality and Amber feared she was among them.
From the bundle of blankets on the couch came a feeble moan. How deep and sound was the sleep of youth...then she remembered that the house robot, just to be on the safe side, had inoculated the man with a dose of Roipnol worth of a horse. Well, the tin can was always overprotective w
