Will Immortality Be Possible Novels & Stories

"What do you want?" She leaned in, elbows on the table, fingers laced like she was pitching a merger instead of a nightmare. "I want to create more like you. An army of immortals. Immune to disease, resistant to aging. No more plagues. No more people wasting away in hospital beds. They could change the world, Cedric." He shook his head once. "You're not interested in changing the world. You're interested in controlling it." "Same thing." "Not to the people you'd be controlling."

His eyes far away as though he’s remembering the event, like it was yesterday. “Gods can die?” I ask in disbelief. I’d believed them to be eternal. Immortal. “Yes child. Not much can harm us. For the most part, we are immortal. But we are primitive beings and we like power. We created our own weapons. Only a weapon of the Gods can kill Gods. When we die our physical body perishes, but our soul lingers on. We can if we choose, bond our soul to that of a mortal being. As Cora has with you.” He explains, as though he’s teaching, and I’m his student.

That came like a bombshell. “Then why do you want to see me if you don't miss me”? “Because I feel like”. He took a leaf from the tree branches and played with it. “Don't you have a family”? “They are all dead”. “Oh. Sorry”. “You don't need to be. People will eventually die so it's unenviable”. “But you guys are immortal. They shouldn't die”. “Immortals only live for thousands of years. The ones with high cultivation live for millions of years”.

But now Joshua was saying something too. “ doing what?” he asked. Joshua's words hung in the air, his voice heavy with a sense of dread. "I don't know all the details, but I've heard whispers that they want to attain immortality... and to achieve that," he trailed off, the weight of his revelation evident in his voice. Lumiére's mind raced, his thoughts spiraling with the implications of what Joshua had just shared. Shit! Immortality? They were trying to attain immortality? That would explain all the human killings going on recently. He fucking couldn’t let them do this.

“Ninth-rank is the pinnacle of martial art strength. However, it’s nigh impossible to make a breakthrough into the ninth rank. With what limited lifespan humans have, it’s impossible to climb the Skyward Stairway. The Skyward Stairway of the ninth rank has never been reached by any human being. “Only by achieving immortality can one climb the Skyward Stairway and reach the ninth rank. “The Spirit Turtle has lived for many years. Once I kill it and drink its blood, I will achieve immortality and obtain enormous strength.” The more Thomas spoke, the more agitated he was. “Once I have an unlimited lifespan, I can establish a new dynasty.” “You’re insane!” Simon cried out. “I’m not insane,” Thom

“What?” “Imagine you guys are immortal and you have kids, one day they’d have to grow old as well and then die. You wouldn’t want it, so you’d make them immortal, then they wouldn’t want their partners and kids to die, and this cycle would continue. You can’t make everyone immortal in the fear of losing them. Overcome this fear.” Abel tried his best to explain him. Zadkiel stayed silent for a few moments as he fixed his eyes on the coffee cup on the table which was still full to the brim. He thought about what Abel said and he knew Abel was right.

“Immortality.” “Like fame you mean, her name living on after she was dead?” “No, I mean real immortality, living forever without ever dying. Not that she found it.” “Oh come on, this is ridiculous. It’s one thing to do all this medium business, but you can’t expect me to believe fairy tales about living forever.”

This alarmed Eva greatly. People always loved the idea of immortality. As though becoming one allowed them to learn everything and become ultimately powerful. Or of simply looking young forever. It was possible, yes. But most didn't understand the complexity of 'infinity'. Those who were infinite would see countless finite things rise and fall. Towns, cities, planets, civilizations, galaxies, friends, family, children, grandchildren, entire legacies. Eventually, they would all end. Beyond them, the only thing that existed was the void itself.

"You're not clear at me like that after all I am making you a figure with figure many people remember you for your wonderful sacrifice as I make on my way to immortality," I was listening to him and yet nothing he allowed to pass through his lips made any sense at all. He was aiming for a mortality how was that even possible had he gone out of his mind? "... You are never going to get immortality you master the few years that you have already live on this earth and more than enough why don't you just die?"

“Seriously what’s wrong with you?” “That is why I still think being immortal is a curse not a blessing. What’s the use of living for hundred or thousands of years if all you could do is watch people close to you disappear and then remember that for another decade, century or generation. It’s not like we can die whenever we want. It’s not like we can do what mortals do; suicide.”