Lucius Daniel

“ Howard looked from Mike to Leah and back at Mike. Age was no match for youth. If love hadn't started between them already, it would soon.
At the end of the long room, a door opened and two nurses entered, starched and antiseptic.
"Your room is ready, Mr. Kent," one nurse said.
Howard shuddered. "Everything is so horribly familiar. The pill to erase the worry, which doesn't work. The cart you ride on which makes you feel like a carcass. The little bump as you enter the regeneration room. Then you get a hypodermic and crawl into a long boiler tank." ”

“ Howard said in a low voice.
"I don't think you have much to worry about," Mike said. "Those medics know their business."
"Aging is a nasty process." Leah wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something offensive. "Maybe you can convince him, Mike."
"Leah is right, you know," Mike said. "A few years ago I visited the old age home. There's only one left. You'd be surprised at the amount of suffering old people go through before they die; cancer, angina, broken bones, strokes, arthritis. Rejuvenation won't work on extremely old bodies. Longevity has run out." ”

“ I married a young man who said he was thirty years old. Six months later I discover he's sixty-five. Now who's cruel and calculating?"
"Please, darling, I didn't mean it. Look," he pleaded, "I'll even sign permission for you to have a lover. ”