the prestigious summit of the most famous specialists in the world spoke Dr. parsel, cardiologist. It was December 31, 1999. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, the Supreme, after removal service personnel with a wave of his hand and demanded that the doors of the vast room were locked, "Dear colleagues, I wanted to gather all this evening so special, to communicate the results of studies that have engaged me and my employees for more than thirty years. " A shiver of excitement ran through the room, then fell silent and remained Distinguished properties in their expectation of scientists, interrogative, exhausting, unsustainable. They were to suffer more than one hundred and Dr. parsel did not mind keeping them on the rope. He resolved then to skip all the preamble and any introductory speech and was to the point: "We have found the drug of immortality," community "acts directly on the vital, heart, spinal cord, brain, immune system, protects them from wear and tear, puts them safe from any disease, is able to keep good health and good for centuries. " With bated breath the doctors listened to none of them doubted the veracity of the discovery, and their minds working feverishly to assess the impact and implications. Many hands went up and, one by one, the questions were met. Yes, the wonder drug could be administered to all and everyone, without exception, they would stretch the supreme benefit. Yes, the cost of production would be relatively small so that every country in the world could meet its purchase to distribute it for free, at least to those who could not cope with the expense of their own pockets. It was very little to add except the fascinating technical details about the mechanism of action of medicine. When it was five minutes to midnight every curiosity was satisfied: the Distinguished High and formed a toast to the new millennium and Exalted above all, objective achieved. Raising their glasses and looked each other in the eyes read the reflection of what he felt himself: the terror of life, yet the worst fear of death, the anguish of tomorrow made vacant by the lack of an ending, the nausea of \u200b\u200ba future eternal boredom at the lack of transgression, even a single transgression, at least once: one thousand smoke cigarettes, eat too much fat, making love with a stranger, run to two hundred per hour on the highway, do small hours were risk-free gestures, actions, empty, bland, tired. Without the specter of Challenge, no, they were certain, would no longer enjoy life. And they were physicians, scientists, those who had the destiny of humanity. No, the discovery would not do word with the world. Neither would ever dare to use it themselves.
This story I wrote exactly 12 years ago, in the year 2000 I was convinced of his final and I could have sworn that if the conference had proceeded, and that if I really, for a favorable combination astral there was, I would have voted to conceal the discovery of exactly how all the scientists present. But now his grandson is coming and I, if ever described the summit to take place and if ever I am invited to, fight for a dose of prodigious drug and then, once achieved, would put it in the safe to give it away immediately after entering in the world.
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