This story is something I wrote for a writing prompt proposed by an online forum. The prompt is as follows:
[WP] A scientist has discovered the drug for immortality. The only side effect is, though, infertility. After the whole world got vaccinated, it turns out immortality is a hoax― it really is just an infertility drug.
MARCH 20th. YEAR 2068. AFTER THE INFORMATION ERA. LAST RECORDED ENTRY.
I stood at the brink of destruction.
For myself, at least.
I have never felt more special, more important in the cosmic scale of things. The bloodthirsty crowd was roaring for my head. The government wanted to torture me to death. Each individual person, man, women, young, old, rich, poor, wished to see me suffer. The world wanted me more than dead― they wanted me to hate being alive.
They hate me because of I developed a cure for death. Dramatic right? This cure would save the world from death― and I made it cheap. Everyone sought the cure to their eventual, unforgiving end, and it worked. Death kneeled before me and retired his rusted, bloodied scythe. My parents always wanted me to develop a cure to disease, and lo and behold: the ultimate disease― death. So why did the public want me dead?
It was a lie. No one has developed a cure for death, nor will it happen anytime soon. Or at least as I tread this Earth. However my cocktail of various chemicals allowed the public to not live forever, but for a quite a while― giving the illusion of immortality. The public gobbled it up like children at a candy store, and everyone took the irreversible, incurable, absolutely permanent, easily transmitted― infertility drug. Yes, you heard me: I just doomed the human race by making them unable to reproduce.
You can see why they hate me just a little, tiny bit.
But I have no intention of dooming my own race. I am no maniacal evil genius with a long monologue who wishes to see the world brought down with their own mortality. No, I wish to save the world. I wish to save the world in the most twisted, disturbing, yet most reliable way: hatred. Hatred is a motivator, and though I do despise Machiavellian ideals― the guy was spot on about this. Like Jesus on the cross I am going to die for the world’s sins― and it is going to hurt. A lot.
They are breaking down the doors to my bunker. Hatred is certainly quite the motivator. So I will say this: the world is falling apart. The people have been lenient. The wheels of production slow, and research dulls. The people are too content. They need something to hate. They need something to work towards. They need a problem― and that problem is me. Or rather, this infertility drug that I just administered to the whole human race.
But, humanity will unite in their research to cure their infertility easily. From there, they will combine forces to achieve new achievements on a global scale. They will unite in their problems. They will unite and prosper and sail to the stars― without me; that is my one and only regret. I don’t regret that I will be probably be tortured to death, nor that I may of doomed the next few generations. No, I regret I will never be able to see the future.
So, curse my name. Call me a cocky, homicidal maniac who believes that the future is their responsibility. You may forget me― but you will never forget what I did.
And perhaps one day. One day you will really discover the key to immortality.
To quote Orwell from the book 1984.
“War is Peace”.
And I just brought the war.
Following this, shattering of wood and crash of cement was heard. Followed by screaming. Then silence.
NOVEMBER 20th. 2129 EARTH YEARS. DURING THE UNITED ERA
“End the recording”, the disheveled woman sighed. Heavy rings circled her exhausted eyes. The glowing glass screen in front of her faded to dull throbbing grey light. The room seemed to be a library yet there was no books nor workers in the vicinity. After pondering in silence, the women turned to the chrome screen.
The screen fluttered in luminosity as it spoke― enunciating each syllable with a flicker of light.
“Have you reached a conclusion?”, inquired the softly pulsating device to the tired women. This was the 156th time the device asked this question, simply because the women has listened to the recording 156 times.
The women looked at the screen with tired, yet wary, eyes. “Because of the infertility drug, humanity soared for years afterwards. Developing international practices and technology that led us to the stars and beyond.” The scientist slowly rose up from her seat. “Had the infertility drug not been developed and dispersed, had we not banded together against the common enemy, we would of never made it this far.”
“Have you reached a conclusion?”, repeated the screen.
The women answered quickly, almost passionately: “I have always learned that history repeats itself. No matter how far in the future you are. It seems that we always ended up making the same mistakes.” She began to pace the room. “But what if, what if it wasn’t a mistake?
“Have you reached a conclusion?”, repeated the screen, ignoring the question.
“Humanity is once again getting lenient, we stopped doing things. We stopped being curious― we became too content. Like a person who played a game and finished it, once, twice, thrice, we became bored. But what if, what if we throw in a curve ball? Something to get the gears of production moving again. Something to move us forward?
“Have you reached a conclusion?”, repeated the screen.
“Yes. Yes I have. I― I think it is time to start researching an immortality drug.” the researcher said with a wicked smile.
NOVEMBER 21th. 2129 EARTH YEARS. DURING THE UNITED ERA
On November 21th, Dr. Ambre published her research in the field of immortality― inventing the universe’s first immortality drug. In addition, she has made the drug widespread and extremely easily accessible. The human race will forever remember the incredible impact her actions will have. Some might even say, we have beat the game of life.