We Could Live For A Thousand Years Novels & Stories

he whispered. Even if the new society can live longer for a thousand million years, but they're not immortal to live more than that, and expect not to die in any circumstances, be it accident, old age or sickness. Kiro's also under some shocked from all what he had heard, and still digesting all the uninterrupted revelation, he wanted to ask more from her, but giving such pheromones of life extension to someone was draining him. The fact that he gets the chance to ask about RiVi's island, but he will have Klein look into it.

"There are all sorts of stupid people in the world. Within our ranks, there are rational people like you who keep their heads and sanity but in order to do that, they diverted their craziness to discovering the secrets and origin of the system. They are the ones who made the theory of five hundred. Through history, they managed to piece out how only every five hundred years would there be several breakouts of huge events centering around wars and all sorts of immoral crimes. Those events were 99.9 percent sparked by our kind." "... If every five hundred years there are one thousand immoral hosts, what happened to those from the previous generations? Since each of us has our own AIs and could

I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old. This disease causes my body to generate excessive mucus, causing problems in my lungs, pancreas and other organs. There is no cure, but there is a treatment. There is also the possibility of a lung transplant, I have been on the waiting list for years, although if you ask me my hopes of having new lungs have gone down a cliff. I don't care anymore, I guess I have entered the acceptance phase, where if they talk to me about my life expectancy and confess that I only have a few months left I might sigh with relief, a break from all this what you call "life" wouldn't hurt.

“Not immortal, but you’re going to live a long life. Though most of the Children of Iniquity are killed at birth or a young age, it has been recorded that they live for centuries.” “Wow… Centuries…” She muttered, clasping her hands and staring at it. “It feels so strange knowing that now, but it doesn’t matter anyway. I doubt the parliamentarians will let me live that long.” The idea of living for a very long period of time was fascinating and scary, and though Layla wanted to look forward to it, she didn’t. Not when her life was still in the hands of the parliamentarians. Honestly, she would rather die early than be a pawn for centuries.

Leo asks her. “Fine, I'm over a thousand years old, after I got to a thousand I kind of just stopped counting.” She tells us. “A thou…. A thousand years?” I asked her. “Yes, you see this is why I don't like telling people my age because they get that same look that the both of you now have.” She tells us. “Well, you have to understand, this is a first that we've ever heard of, the only people that can live that long are vampires and vampires that are that old, they're very rare.” I tell her.

he murmured. "Overwhelmingly. She became everything she was meant to be." "Like her mother." I laughed quietly. "I'm still figuring out what I'm meant to be beyond coalition founder." "You have time. Hybrid genetics give us centuries. Plenty of time for self-discovery." The thought was comforting and daunting. Centuries to live beyond survival. Centuries to build identity beyond emergency response. But after everything we'd survived, surely we deserved that time. Surely we'd earned peace.

She had the virus and she was more or less a cure. It was disappointing to see his favorite model give up on the cure, but he created something more. Besides, scientists always believed that humans would achieve digital immortality by uploading their minds, memories, and even thoughts to computers, and then back into a different biological or synthetic body by 2045. However, what Doctor Dayo Johnson has achieved within a year is outstanding. Elijah remembered his word of silence and promise to protect someone he barely knew. “Your wife. What happened to her?” He quietly asked.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

It was said that every one hundred thousand years that a chosen one would be born and that chosen one would live for to keep the world at peace. When the new chosen one is about to be born the old one would die ten years before the birth. It was said that the ten years was for a purging upon the earth, for the humans those ten years would be filled with diseases and illnesses but it was really during those ten years the dark witches would take action and try to find the root of the new one and try to either kill or contaminate them.

Perry sighed. "Part of being a good person is harnessing and embarking on your purpose - otherwise acting only on feelings will cause everything to be rootless." Perry said and the twins creased thoughtfully. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS.