24 Hours To Live
A fantasy short story I wrote in 2015 concerning the use of an experimental drug on three terminal patients.....with an unexpected twist along the way.
24 Hours To Live
A novelette by Jim Richardson
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Prologue
Every person alive has one inevitable appointment with death, an equal opportunity offender which refuses to be cheated. Life on the other hand, plays the opposing role, offering hope and a chance to enjoy creation through the senses enabled by the human body. A most wonderfully intriguing creation indeed. Life and death are at constant war with one another. One battles for preservation while the other strives for destruction. The choices we are consumed with day to day faithfully detour us along a road which alters the sum of our appointed days. Some decisions lengthen our mortal dwelling place, others shorten it. Often death succeeds on its own by introducing disease, a terminally inconvenient interruption which preempts any decisions we have planned for ourselves.
When science insists on intervening, one can be sure the results can be just as unpredictable.......
* * *
T-minus 90 seconds
Beep...beep...90 Seconds...beep...beep
"No, I'm not ready for you to go. Our time was too short. This just isn’t fair".
"Melissa, you know I have always loved you. You’ve made this day bearable. I’ll never forget a single second we shared together."
Beep...beep...80 Seconds...beep...beep
"This isn't fair. You are such a good person. How could this ever happen to a man like you?"
"And you my sweetheart, are a good woman."
Beep...beep...70 Seconds...beep...beep
"What will I do? I want to go with you. I wish you could take me with you."
"Oh, sweetheart. You have your life to live. Enjoy it. We will be together again, I promise."
Beep...beep...60 Seconds...beep...beep
"That damned clock. I don't want to hear it anymore. I want to hear your voice one last time. Talk to me, my love....I...I won't ever forget this day."
"I will be OK, my sweetheart..."
Beep...beep...50 Seconds...beep...beep
"...You will be just fine. I've taken care of everything for you. Grieve and then...move on, my love."
"Never. I will never, ever move on....I won't even think about that."
Beep...beep...40 Seconds...beep...beep
"Listen, my love. Remember what we did today? We lived in one day what most people live in half a lifetime....You look so beautiful right now. You always have."
Beep...beep...30 Seconds...beep...beep
"No, no, NO!
"My love, look at me. Kiss me, my darling...One last time. Let our lips be our final goodbye."
"Yes. Oh, I love you."
Beep...beep...20 Seconds...beep...beep
"Turn off the audio, Navid." said Dr. Faust. "Let them enjoy this moment without distraction....My God, what have we done. Meddling with a science that subverts natural death."
...10 Seconds...
"Lord, forgive us. You gave us medicine as a gift. Are we using it for your glory, or ours" prayed Faust silently. "When he passes, give her a few moments and then pull her out."
...3...2...1...
Silence.
* * *
The year of our Lord, 2032
LifeLyne Headquarters, Colorado
Wednesday 2:00 AM
Dr. Robert Faust, the nation's leading molecular biologist, has all but exhausted funding granted to him by LifeLyne, a leading pharmaceutical company. His task had been to develop a drug to extend quality of life in the human body. In just a few short years he had developed a natural biological derivative which enabled humans to live well past one hundred years of age and yet appear as though they were just approaching middle age.
They called it ‘Millzine’. There were no side effects and it appeared to work for everyone. In reality, it worked only for those who were naturally disposed to live a long life anyway. This was not to be the long awaited miracle drug for everyone. It did not extend the life of those who neglected their body's pleas for healthy living nor individuals whose genes happened to be of an inferior nature no. They received no significant benefit. Naturally, Faust wanted to refine it so that ultimately it would work for everyone. Fiscally speaking, the profits were rolling in. It appeared to work well enough for LifeLyne, so they chose to pull the plug on supplementary research.
Faust's attention to detail amassed quite an abundance of notes and unused formulas which would now remain unexplored and sadly, abandoned. There existed tremendous volumes of information which would need to be pared down for final submittal to the FDA. He had thirty days to wrap this one up.
The day's business at LifeLyne was completed. All but Faust, security personnel and a few janitors remained in the highly secure facility. It was well past midnight and the evening full crescent moon beamed through the laboratory windows. Faust was feverishly plotting the course of his final thirty days. There was one remaining formula which nagged at Faust. It was highly volatile and did not endure through to human trials. There were some who were persuaded that the ends did not necessarily justify the means. Some saw it as playing God. Others just called it cruel and nothing more than a foolish idea from a very tired biologist. He was certain that this remaining formula would work. All he needed were amenable human subjects.
Faust knew of a friend, Dr. Shakir, who shared his vision but who himself was resolved to his surgical residency. There was a way he could help, if he was willing. Knowing that his schedule tended towards the very early morning, he did not hesitate to call him. Time had always been his enemy and was presently even more inflexible.
He dialed quickly.
"Navid...Dr. Navid Shakir?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Robert Faust."
"Robert, hello friend. How are things at LifeLyne, you are still with them, no?
"Yes, my old friend and I need a favor. A big one."
"Of course Robert, anything for my old college roommate."
"Navid, are you still working with the terminally ill?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Dreadful days at times but gratifying work to say the least."
"As our professor used to say, let's get right to the heart of the matter. I am looking for at least three souls who are 30 days terminal and willing to participate in a....let's say rather unique opportunity."
"I am most intrigued, my friend."
"Navid, I cannot impress upon you how urgently I need these subjects. Tomorrow if at all possible. Can we talk in person tonight?"
"I'm just about done here. Let me stop by your laboratory on my way home."
"See you shortly then."
Faust was both relieved and quite pleased. He was looking forward to working with his old friend once again.
LifeLyne Headquarters
Wednesday 3:00 AM
Dr. Shakir engaged his vehicle's blinker before approaching the main LifeLyne facility. His tired body longed to be back in bed yet his mind was racing with anticipation to see his old friend. He pulled into the main facility and approached the guard house. Even at three in the morning it was occupied with a marginally vigilant duty officer. Shakir disclosed his credentials and purpose, then was directed inside. The four story monolithic building was indeed secure but surprisingly architecturally appealing enough to invite further exploration.
He was escorted to the main elevator and proceeded up to the fourth level. LifeLyne consumed the entirety of the building however the laboratory itself extended throughout the physical extents of this secure, private upper level. The elevator doors slid open to reveal his friend and colleague, Dr. Faust.
"Navid!" exclaimed Faust.
"Hello, my old friend." Navid volleyed in return. They shook hands and embraced briefly.
"It's so good to see you. Tell me, how is your research in immune system enhancement coming along?" said Faust.
"Quite well, indeed. We are testing a derivative of a new drug currently undergoing FDA approval."
"I see. Any unexpected snags?"
"I do not foresee any at all actually. In fact, we should be cleared for initial production next week."
Faust motioned his friend to sit down. "Navid as I understand it, this new drug will do wonders for those suffering from the ravages of most chemo treatments these days."
Shakir agreed. "Indeed. Very much akin to what Rituxan did for those who suffer from Vasculitis and Arthritis. A game changer in respect to quality of life and abatement of further disease."
"Yes, that's exactly why I've called you here. I've examined the molecular design of your drug and the one I have developed. It appears that they have almost identical immunology."
"You're not suggesting that I used your-"
"Not at all, Navid. Heavens no. In fact, I think the duplicity is a natural result of our understudy work in the lab years ago. That and the assimilation of our cumulative research up to this day. But what I am suggesting is this." He paused and looked Shakir directly in the eye. "I believe it's time we combined our time and energy into a collaborative effort. An effort which may in fact, alter the destiny of the terminally ill."
"Terminally ill?” Robert, you of all people know how significantly medicine has improved, exponentially as it were, especially in regards to the terminally ill. We have extended life well beyond-"
"I'm not necessarily talking about extending life, my friend."
"What in heavens are you talking about, then?"
"My vision; dream if you will, has been to have the ability to control life for a specific period of time."
"Control it?"
"We control it every day. With medicine, treatment choice and application. We are devising new ways to cheat death every day. No, I am proposing a rather unique way to cheat death. I'm talking about a new drug whose profits will fill the coffers of drug manufacturers around the nation. The best part is that it’s a combination of two drugs that are already available. The science is sound and the research, valid. All that is needed are test subjects."
"Test subjects? Hmm, good luck with that. Obtaining FDA approval is one thing, finding people whom to experiment on is quite another. Perhaps you ought to tell me exactly what your medicinal cocktail does."
"Twenty four hours."
Faust paused for a response from Shakir.
"What about twenty four hours?"
"The formula's causal duration is precisely 24 hours. I tested it and retested, ad infinitum, ad nausea." Stonham explained.
"Exactly what happens in 24 hours, doctor? Are you referring to corporal dissolution?"
"Precisely. From the viewpoint of the patient however, an inevitable death preceded and augmented by complete restoration of all systemic functions."
Shakir drew back. "Whoa, now just hold on a minute. We took an oath to save our patients, not to harm them.”
“Please, just hear me out for a moment.”
“Robert, ethical red flags should be lifted high at just the thought of this. How can this possibly be, and why for only twenty four hours?" Shakir continued to formulate questions faster than Faust could volley responses.
"I will explain. Regrettably, that is the half life of this particular hybrid drug. Precisely twenty four hours after administration, the brain shuts down abruptly followed by cessation of the body within several minutes. We can't explain why exactly. But we can be certain it's a quite painless death. Immeasurable better that what awaits the terminally ill. It essentially becomes the decision of the patient regarding how he or she will spend their final days...or day, if they choose."
"Fortunate for you, voluntary euthanasia is now legal in the states. Even so, I can’t imagine this becoming a mainstream practice." Shakir argued.
"Admittedly this is euthanasia with a twist unlike the world has ever seen. Navid, since we’ve been able to produce cessation of all disease for twenty four hours, it’s simply a matter of time before we can figure out how to sustain permanent cessation."
“Yes, but in the meantime, we would be sending patients to a premature death.” said Navid.
“Certainly, but as callous as this may sound, they are in fact terminal anyway. We are simply affording them the opportunity to live a normal day again in exchange for suffering the ravages of their disease. Voluntary euthanasia involves patient choice. This too would be another choice available to them.”
Faust’s argument appeared credible. Shakir’s downfall was his emotional vulnerability to the desperate pleas of the terminally ill. He reasoned that if Faust had stumbled into a miracle drug that worked up to a certain degree, perhaps it’s potential was about to be realized. This would certainly justify further experimentation. "If I remember correctly you had said you were looking for three individuals with a 30 day terminal prognosis?"
"Precisely. That's where you come in." Faust had complete confidence in his friend and colleague of many years. He had little doubt that Shakir would find qualified candidates quickly and discreetly.
They spoke for another hour or so and worked through the minutiae of exactly what they were going to do and how they would accomplish it. They were in uncharted territory, performing the impossible within an extremely narrow window of time while possessing limited knowledge concerning future conclusive results. But for these two brilliant minds, this was their sweet spot. This is where they thrived, performing at their requisite best.
* * *
Trendcorp International Headquarters
Saturday Morning 8:30 AM
It was not unusual for Donald Martin to be found slumped over his desk, soundly sleeping from complete exhaustion. Donald had been CEO of Trendcorp for two decades. At forty-eight, his ambition remained to make his father proud by growing the family business into a national leader in providing business trend statistical information. For several years internet accessibility was government funded and therefore entirely free for all who had the ability to access it. Since all online content was continuously monitored, the use of Trendcorp’s proprietary software was vital in streamlining the collection of data.
Donald’s stock options had made him an extremely wealthy individual. Yet his will to succeed beyond the limits of reasonable expectations preempted events in his personal life to the extreme dissatisfaction of his family and friends. He was never willing to admit that his aberrant view of hard work at the exclusion of everything else was purely his decision. His father wanted him to be successful, but Donald would be the one to decide to continue in his father's footsteps.
Angry. Donald was angry. Angry at the world. Angry at his father. Angry at God. Nothing seemed to be going his way. At least right now. He was used to things going exactly as he planned. Every “t” crossed and every “i” dotted, as it were. Things had changed. An unplanned, certainly untimely disease now permeated his wretched body. Every day was a struggle to wake up, let alone go into the office. There was no cure, only a number. His number was thirty. Thirty days to certain death. For the entirety of his life Martin was acquainted with numbers. And he knew numbers never lied.
He sat there slumped in the chair behind his desk looking emotionless into the computer display. The 3D images surrounded his field of vision. Numbers, charts, graphs, video feeds, a multitude of voices all fought for his attention. He attention was continuously thwarted for he could no longer control the spasms throughout his body. They ebbed and flowed without warning making even simple tasks difficult.
“Where is my coffee, Stacey?” Martin’s secretary had verbally offered to work on Saturday morning. She knew that it would have been requested of her anyway so she decided one coping mechanism was to suggest that it was her idea.
“Coming sir.” She raced from her desk and placed a piping hot mug beside his right hand. As his fingers reached for the handle, another spasm jerked the cup from the desk and released its contents onto his lap. The scream could be heard in neighboring offices.
“You dolt. How many times have I told you to---oh forget it, just get out. You're done for the day.”
Stacey raced to her desk, grabbed her purse and promptly left the main floor, sobbing as she ran.
Somehow Donald knew he was being a complete jerk. Even so, his wealth afforded him the ability to neglect his consistent rude behavior. It seemed that presently his own body was neglecting his desire to be healthy. Donald could purchase a great many things few others could ever hope to. One thing he could not purchase was good health.
The phone began to ring at Stacey's desk.
“Stacy?” She was long gone. Donald grudgingly engaged the view screen to answer the call.
“Yes, what is it?”
“This is Dr. Navid Shakir from LifeLyne.”
“Big deal. What do you want?”
“We spoke last week, remember, concerning an experimental new treatment which will offset the effects of your disease.”
“Yes, I remember you. Listen, I'm a businessman, I don't forget anyone I've talked to.”
“There is a window of opportunity regarding the treatment we spoke of last week. Unfortunately, time is of the essence. We need you to come to our facility on Sunday afternoon. I have a flight booked for you tomorrow morning. Shall I expect you?”
Donald had anticipated this phone call and his affairs were in order. But was he really ready? It was not in his nature to give control to others and he certainly did not trust doctors.
“Send me the GPS coordinates and I’ll be there, one way or another.” Donald promptly concluded his remaining affairs.
* * *
Millwright Private Residence
Saturday Morning 8:45 AM
Thirty eight year old Joseph Millwright turned on the communicator and focused his thoughts on his son. Another burst of tears welled up in his eyes forcing him to temporarily abandon the call. He was dreadfully sick. The last thing he wanted was for his eighteen year old son Eric to see him like this. Joseph’s health had been deteriorating for months but he was doing a great job hiding it. He worked when he could. Several hours a day at best. That is until recently when it was finally revealed that his remaining time was severely foreshortened. His disease was diagnosed and subsequently confirmed to be worse than previously thought. To his horror, it was quite untreatable.
He dials again. This time restraining his emotions.
“Hello, this is Eric. Oh, it’s you Dad. So good to hear you. How are you feeling this week?”
“Hello, son. I’ve....I’ve gotten worse, much worse. I gave my notice today. It seems that I’ve exhausted my sick leave."
"I'm so sorry, Dad."
"Even if I wasn’t, I can’t jeopardize the safety of my co-workers anymore. It’s just not the right thing to do.”
“Dad….I...I...I’m coming over to see you today. We need to-”
Joseph interrupted him. “Son, another day perhaps. I have an appointment with a new doctor later today. I'm requesting a...a second opinion of sorts.”
“Dad, we already got a second and even third opinion from some excellent doctors. Why in the world would you-”
“This is a specialist, son. Look, if there’s a chance he can help me, I’m gonna go for it.”
“Dad, wait until I can catch a taxi there and then I’ll go with you.” Eric pleaded.
“Eric, you are my son and I love you. But this is something I’ve got to do on my own. Frankly, I don’t know what to expect but I do know that it’s now or never. Son, don’t take this the wrong way but if I wanted you to come with me I would have called sooner. Call it pride or whatever, but I just don’t like the idea of you seeing me like this. I want you to remember me the way-”
“Dad, that’s not fair. I don’t care what you look like or how you feel. I just want to be there for you.”
“That’s the point. Eric. If this doctor does what he says he can do, perhaps you won’t have to remember me this way.”
“What does that mean?”
“Son, I promise I will call you in a few hours. I will see you again. But let me do this alone.I just need you to understand.”
Joseph’s other line began to ring. It was Dr. Shakir.
“Son, I have another call. Let me get back to you, OK.”
“Dad, you promise...today?”
“Son, you know I always keep my promises. Love you.”
The call terminated and was immediately transferred to Dr. Shakir.
“Hello, Joseph? This is Dr. Navid Shakir from LifeLyne.”
“Hello Doctor. I’ve been looking forward to your call. I assume that this is the call I’ve been waiting for?”
“Yes indeed. I am sending you a dossier as we speak with further instructions.”
“I am a desperate man, doctor. I will be very disappointed if this ends up being a waste of my time.”
“Joseph, I can assure you that this drug will deliver exactly what we promised.”
The call concluded and Joseph’s thoughts quickly returned to that of his son. His desire was to have at least one more day to experience life the way it used to be. If this were possible, he thought, how could he resist.
* * *
Shady Hill Community Church
Sunday Morning 8:00 AM
The sanctuary of Shady Hill Community Church was quiet and dimly lit. Outside, the sun began cresting over the horizon, its rays penetrating the stained glass windows with a dazzling array of colors. Inside the sanctuary, Pastor Alistair Beckman knelt before the altar in deep prayer. Although he was only 47, he was very weak and overwhelmingly ill. His voice trembled before the Lord as he pleaded one last time.
"Lord, I ask for Your grace this morning as I go before Your people and resign my pastorate. We have prayed long and hard Lord, that in Your mercy You would take away the illness that dwells within me. You have chosen not to. Although I do not understand why, I am not angry, Lord. You have given me so much; a loving congregation, loving children, a bountiful harvest in our ministry, Your ministry Lord. Yet my body has reached its limit of usefulness. I will resign in a few hours Lord. I pray You will give me the grace to do so. In Jesus Name. Amen."
Alister had contracted a fatal disease while on a mission trip several weeks ago which had progressed rapidly throughout his body. During the weeks that followed his mind was plagued with the devastating inevitability of his impending death. He now knew that although his mind was clear, his body was deteriorating rapidly. His doctor estimated Alister had thirty days remaining, at best. He was desperate to find a way to be useful in the time that remained.
You see, on Monday afternoon he was scheduled to speak on national television for a corporate missions conference. Due to his present malady, physical reasons would force him to decline. Mentally however, he was not prepared to do this. He had spent the entirety of his life preaching the Word and praying for the day when he would have such an audience. He had grown his small congregation from a group of sixty or so to several thousand in just a few short months. Quite naturally, this has gained the attention of corporate church leaders. They were anxious to hear him share his evangelistic approach. He would do so, even if it killed him.
He had heard of LifeLyne through an old friend from seminary. After conducting his own research and prayer, he decided to investigate further. Two days ago on Friday morning, he had consummated a certain conversation with one Dr. Shakir. In a few hours, he would take a short bus ride to their main facility in a neighboring county. He chose to reveal this fact to no one. Presently, he adjourned himself to prayer once again. While he was always a resounding witness of a praying man, his mind still struggled with knowing the right thing to do.
8:30 AM
Alister could hear that organ bellowing from the sanctuary as he proceeded through the side door next to the first row of pews. He had been understandably absent for several weeks and his congregation was quite anxious to hear the another of his powerful messages. He was visibly lethargic and his ability to continue was surely by God’s grace. Motioning the music minister, Alistair stood at the base of the podium, unable to maneuver to three steps up to the platform. The room became quiet and still.
“Precious ones. the Lord is gracious in His mercy and grace. I am blessed to be back with you all today. The love and fellowship this church exhibits within these walls in humbling to say the least. As you all know, I am not well. In fact, I am quite ill. It seems the Lord has chosen not to heal my body while I remain in the flesh. For that reason alone, I am submitting my resignation as senior Pastor effective immediately.”
Audible gasps permeated the sanctuary.
“Please understand my heart. The Lord may yet heal me at a future date. I have not given up hope in any respect. I can simply no longer function in my current capacity. I need rest quite often now. Please continue to pray for myself and my precious family.”
Tears were flowing throughout the sanctuary. Many were angry. Others still did not understand why God would not heal His servant in ministry to Him. Alister resigned himself to a private area within the church and wept tears of discouragement and intense loss. His future had always been in God’s hands. Yet the temptation to sabotage the present course of his untimely death was all too overwhelming.
* * *
LifeLyne Headquarters
Sunday Evening 3:00 PM
Joseph, Alister and Donald arrived at LifeLyne separately by private shuttle. They were all visibly ill and quite weakened by the illnesses which were consuming them. Each man had prepared for this moment and each had little doubt they would refuse any viable treatment offered by Dr. Faust. They had each come to terms with the severity of their condition and imminent mortality. It wasn’t really a question of if they would accept this final opportunity of treatment, it was really a question of how it was to be accomplished. Time was indeed their enemy.
The building’s exterior was comprised of enormous curtains of glass which reflected the beautiful foliage and shrubbery surrounding the building. Meticulously cut cobblestone walks marked clear direction to the main entry doors. Once inside, they were ushered into the conference room and promptly greeted by both Dr’s. Shakir and Faust.
“Gentlemen, I am Dr. Shakir and this is Dr. Robert Faust. He is primarily responsible for the discovery and development of this drug. Can we get you anything to drink?”
Donald, who was the grumpiest and most impatient of the three, did not have any inhibitions rebuking Faust’s time consuming pleasantries. “Dr., may I be blunt and ask that we get on with this. Just how exactly is this all going to work?”
Joseph was quick to indirectly rebuke his fellow patient, “Well I’d like something to drink.”
Shakir distributed water to all of them as Faust introduced his proposal. “First, I would like to thank you all for allowing Dr. Shakir and myself this opportunity. What I am about to tell you may appear to sound self appeasing, but I can assure you that it is nothing more than our desire to be crystal clear and completely forthright about what will soon take place. It is vital that you understand that you three are the first to participate in a medical procedure of this nature. We do not at all take it lightly in any respect and can assure you that we have spent years researching our respective fields. No doubt you have heard of our new drug Millzine which extends quality of life well beyond normal expectations.”
Alister raised his hand to interrupt. “Yes, we had a bit of disagreement within our congregation about your so-called wonder drug. Many people feel like you’re playing God by unnaturally extending life.”
Faust had to control his tendency to be easily offended. “Perhaps you are unaware that Millzine is manufactured from a natural biological derivative. Our drug is produced from the very byproducts of God’s green earth. I would hardly agree this could be considered unnatural.” Invoking the name of God seemed to prove advantageous to Faust at this particular moment.
“I suppose you could be correct.” Alister temporarily conceded.
Joseph spoke up promptly. “So then, is it your intention to lengthen our lives? I thought that we-”
Faust interrupted. “I’m afraid that Millzine does not have that particular capability, at least yet. I’ll get straight to the point, gentlemen.” All eyes were now fastened intently on Faust. “Dr. Shakir and myself previously discovered that when Millzine was augmented with an experimental formula we have developed, the results gave us an unexpected result. Let me begin by saying that with every new discovery in medicine, everything must be tested exhaustively. Human trials are never preceded by laboratory testing with animals. Unfortunately due to its specific genetic composition, laboratory testing on animals were somewhat inconclusive. Rest assured the formula did in fact work exactly as anticipated. The conundrum we are facing is that developmental research cannot continue without proceeding to the next level of testing. In other words, we are bypassing animal testing and going directly to human trials. Technically we do not have FDA authorization to do this. However, since we remain a private company, we are giving ourselves permission.”
“Giving yourself permission?” laughed Alister.
“I think I’ve heard just about enough I need to hear.” said Donald.
“Perhaps it would be easier to just go back home. Back to the pain and the hopelessness.” noted Faust, quite aware that he was appealing to their desperation.
“Alright there Doc. No need to condescend to our emotional shortcomings.” said Joseph.
Faust continued. “Nobody said this was an easy decision and frankly, I do not know what I would do if I were in your place. To put it succinctly, we are offering you a chance for one day like you’ve never had before. A day to live like you’ve never lived before. Once the injection is completed, LifeLyne will afford you the opportunity to do anything you like and see anybody you would like to see, so long as you understand you will only have 24 hours. Granted, you will be providing a valuable research opportunity for cancer treatment and life extension.”
“Why only twenty four hours?" Joseph asked.
Faust repeated what he had told Shakir days ago. “Regrettably, that is the half life of this particular hybrid drug. I don’t want to frighten you by saying this but precisely twenty four hours after administration, the brain shuts down abruptly followed by cessation of the body within several minutes. We can't explain why exactly. The good news is that it is a quite painless death. Since their is no electrical activity in the brain, it will feel exactly like falling asleep.”
Joseph glanced around the room and then fixed his gaze on Faust. “Frankly, this all seems a little crazy. Half of me can’t believe that I’m actually sitting here listening to this. The other half can’t wait to get it over with.”
“Gentlemen, we understand that in normal circumstances a decision of this nature would require significant time to fuller comprehend and deliberate. However, each of you by your own testimony, is at a point of extreme distress and discomfort. You have the opportunity to relieve it. Certainly you understand that in medicine some treatment remedies can be postponed as others need immediate consideration. The final decision rests with each of you of course, but in your present condition, we really cannot wait any longer.”
Alister stood up. “You’ll have to excuse me for a moment gentlemen. I need a few minutes alone in prayer.”
Donald removed his cellular phone from his pocket and perused the last of his electronic correspondence. All three men dealt with their immediate apprehension in entirely different ways.
Shakir gained eye contact with Faust. “Dr, may I speak with a moment?”
“Certainly, Doctor.” Both Faust and Shakir withdrew to a nearby conference room and closed the door.
“Robert, I do not understand your haste in proceeding immediately. Would it not be wise to give these men a few days to consider the implications of what they are about to do?”
“Navid, I understand your need to express compassion but you’ve seen the condition these men are in. Each of them has expressed an immediate desire to put an end to their anguish. Frankly, who could blame them. Wouldn’t the conscientious thing to do to give them their life back, even if only for a day.”
“Of course, but-”
“Listen, these men are adults whose bodies are indeed defeated but whose minds are quite cognizant. But if it pleases you, I will give them one last opportunity to declive.”
With that, Faust exited the room and returned to his patients.
3:20 PM
Upon entering, Alister immediately spoke up. “Doctors, the three of us have no desire to put this off any longer. If it’s all the same to you, we’d like to get started forthwith.” The gradual bodily ruination of terminal illness had now clouded their minds and abrogated their previously sound judgement. All three men agreed that they were as ready as time would allow them to be. Shakir knew this and knowingly used it to his advantage.
Faust and Shakir glanced at each other. Faust silently breathed a sigh of relief while Shakir felt as though perhaps he had been a little too judgemental. His zeal to uphold his pledge to first do no harm as a physician had been compromised. Yet something in the pit of his stomach didn’t feel right about this whole affair. His friend and colleague of many years was certainly unwavering in his justification to proceed immediately. Shakir decided he would concede, for now.
“All right then gentlemen. Our in-house attorney Sarah will need you to complete some brief paperwork. We’d also like you to have a light meal before we begin. You will be escorted to the infusion area on the second floor at approximately 3:55.” Faust motioned Shakir to begin assisting them.
Each man coped with the consummation of their decision in their own way. Should this prove successful, each man already knew what he were going to do with his remaining hours. The three were dressed as they had arrived. The procedure would be brief and they would swiftly be on their way.
What does a man do when he knows the time of his appointed death? During those precious moments, anything the world has to offer surely pales in comparison to spending those moments with the ones he holds so dearly. A million thoughts race wildly throughout the mind with full knowledge that none of them will be realized. And yet there remained a little time still. When one has very little, even that is valued above all else.
3:55 PM
The hour was approaching and it was time to commence the infusions. Joseph, Alister and Donald continued down the corridor and each entered into individual, quite ordinary exam rooms. They made themselves comfortable as they sat down in their respective exam chairs. In a few moments the attending nurses would begin their task of attaching the necessary monitoring apparatus as directed by Dr. Faust.
Joseph sat comfortably in infusion room 301. He preoccupied his mind by looking around at the various paintings attached to the walls. A sudden shuffling outside his door redirected his attention. The door opened from the corridor and in walked Nurse Hunter.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Millwright”. Nurse Hunter was in her early thirties and a favorite among the doctors due to her extreme adeptness as she performed her job functions. Her gentleness was matched only by her beauty. Joseph could not take her eyes off her. Those eyes. Her cheeks. The way she wore her beautiful auburn hair.
“Ma’am, at the risk of sounding like I’m flirting with you, don’t I know you.” Joseph said bluntly.
“Well let me take a good look at you. Why, Joseph Millwright, it is you!” Nurse Hunter gently hugged him. “Gosh, it’s been years, hasn’t it. What have you been up to?”
“Well, after four years in the service, I returned to my first love, carpentry. Now, it’s Melissa, right?” Joseph knew exactly who she was but pretended not to immediately recognize her. He may have been terminally ill but his passion and emotions were completely intact.
Melissa chuckled. “You remembered. Please call me Melissa. Now we better get on with this or certain mad scientist will get mad at me.”
“Well, I’m glad it’s you doing this. You always had just the right touch.”
Melissa waited patiently until precisely 4:00 and then immediately commenced Joseph’s injection while Alister and Donald simultaneously received theirs in the adjoining rooms. The procedure was quite painless and took only several minutes to be absorbed into his bloodstream. It contained a mild sedative which would last a few minutes. The effects of Millzine were quite magical to watch. Just as morphine abates pain almost instantly, Millzine works efficiently and swiftly in restoring all bodily functions to nominal conditions. It was as though one were dreaming and suddenly were awoken to a perfectly normal body. A body which would quickly forget the ailment which plagued it for so long.
4:02 PM
Joseph felt as though he was in a dream, but this one was quite real. He now remembered what it felt like to be healthy and pain free. Mind and body were functioning as one. For a moment, he was the only one in his universe. His preoccupation with his newly established sense dominated his waking mind.
“Joseph...Joseph!”
Once again Joseph fixed his eyes on Melissa, who was much closer to him now. Her arms were upon his shoulders as she attempted to redirect his attention.
“Are you alright? How do you feel?”
Joseph felt incredibly fine. One could say that he felt eighteen again. His eyes focused on her bright, pouty lips. Without really thinking, he suddenly lunged forward to kiss her. She did not immediately draw back. It seemed they were both caught up in a memory of long ago. A very enjoyable one indeed.
Melissa finally composed herself and drew back. “Joseph, I am so sorry. That was entirely inappropriate.”
“And entirely enjoyable. This Millzine is incredible stuff.” Joseph immediately realized Melissa may have misunderstood her. He clarified. “The Millzie is great, but you, my dear Melissa are so beautiful. I’ve never gotten to tell you how I made a mistake by leaving you when I enlisted in the Marines. I was young and didn’t even know what a friend I had.” And lover, he thought to himself.
“Joseph, that was so many years ago. Besides, you found yourself a wonderful wife.”
“You mean, you haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?”
“We lost her to a drunk driver several years ago. It was devastating. My son took it the hardest. She was a godly woman who was loved by many.”
“I’m so sorry, Joseph.”
Joseph got down on his knees. “Come with me, Melissa. Let me take you out of here.”
“I can’t just leave, I have-”
“Melissa, my dear, I’ve only got 24 hours left to spend any way I want. I want to spend that time with you. And I want you to meet my son.”
Melissa’s shift had drawn to a close as it was anyway. She was consumed with empathy and the rekindled memories of a powerful love so many years ago. This was Joseph’s last day, that much was sure. She reasoned that any personal pressing matters of life she currently had could certainly wait a few hours. This was, after all, a once in a lifetime opportunity.
“Oh, why not!” she conceded.
Both Alistair and Donald emerged from their exam rooms as Joseph proceeded down the corridor. He could immediately notice a complete change of character and transformation in both of them. Alister was walking completely upright with a brisk gait. And Donald. Well, Donald was actually smiling.
Dr’s. Faust and Shakir were a few yards from both of them as they completed final notations on their charts.
“Gentlemen, how are we feeling? You all look like new men.” Stonham said trying to hide his prideful smile.
“You were right, Doc. It’s simply amazing. I haven’t felt this good since I was a pubescent teenager.” admitted Donald.
Alister nodded in agreement. “The Lord has certainly blessed this world with an amazing gift. I feel completely healed. It’s as though the Lord has reached down and personally touched me with His hands.”
“That’s fantastic, gentlemen...for all of you. Just remember that God may not condone what we have just done. I imagine that circumventing death in the manner which we just did is not exactly what he had in mind. Now gentlemen, it is time for you to live out your remaining time in the manner which you have chosen. We are here to assist you in any way possible. But first, as we discussed in the briefing, the digital bracelets on your wrists cannot be removed and must not be tampered with in any way. Their are your lifeline to us and will also send us pertinent information upon the conclusion of the next twenty four hours.”
“You mean our TOD, Doc? said Donald with a smirk.
“Yes, time of death, indeed. We are done, boys. I give your your life back for 24 hours. Make them good ones.”
All three men wasted not a single moment. Each were eager to attend to some unfinished business. Alister headed off to meet with the deacons at his church. Donald called for his driver and headed back to his office. Joseph saw Melissa gathering her purse and coat and promptly attended to her.
“Melissa, you can’t know what this means to me.”
“Joseph, we’ll just have to make the best of the time we have left. I’m just glad it was with me.”
“I want you to meet my son Eric. Would you do that with me? He just lives across town.”
“Sure. Yes, of course.” Melissa agreed.
“He is going to be so surprised.” Joseph ecstatically admitted.
* * *
On Route to Shady Hill Community Church
Sunday Evening 4:30 PM
Alister had time to think as he rode comfortably back to his church. He switched on the satellite radio and began to sing along with some of the old hymns. He felt great. His body was limber and agile. His mind was released from the burdens of any pain and discomfort. His body consumed his thoughts. He was focused on his flesh. He began to mutter to himself in the car.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness. I will rather boast most gladly of my weaknesses, in order that the power of Christ may dwell with me. Therefore, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and constraints, for the sake of Christ. for when I am weak, then I am strong.” He recalled those familiar words from the book of Corinthians.
Suddenly a rush of emotion flooded his mind. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and shut off the ignition.
“My Lord, what have I done?” He was thinking exceptionally clear now that his mortal burdens had been relieved. He spoke fervently to his God. “I have not trusted in you, Lord. I was not honest with my family....your family, Lord.” He continued to weep bitterly.
* * *
Trendcorp International Headquarters
Sunday Evening 5:00 PM
It had become clear to Donald how miserably he had treated his employees for quite some time. He realized that his continued insolence could not justly be blamed on his disease. He had been guilty of allowing his quest for success and wealth obscure the value of treating his employees decently. He sat down at his desk and engaged the view screen. After several moments of pensive thought, he began to dictate.
“Memo: To all Trendcorp employees
Subject: Resignation of CEO, Donald Martin
Begin message: After a period of intense reflection and consideration, I have decided to resign my duties as CEO. I have named president Richard Dixon as my surrogate replacement. All current employees will receive stock options at a value of 100% their annual salary. A detailed prospectus will be forthcoming over the next few days. Each one of you are highly valued and deeply respected. I want to personally apologize for previously withholding any accolades for which you all rightly deserve. You have worked diligently to make this company a national leader in proprietary software and I deeply thank you. -- End message.
Donald breathed a sigh of relief. Before sending the transmission he knew he would need to call Richard and brief him. There would be a lot of phone calls like this in the hours which lie ahead. He soon discovered that it was far enjoyable to give gifts of praise and monetary value than it had previously been to be so mono-focused. Somewhere along his journey of success, he the truly important things in life had melted into obscurity. It was now clear to him that the gift of life was the single most important value to nurture and cultivate. Knowing that he had a mere 24 hours remaining, at least he could use this opportunity to breath hope and happiness into the lives of those who brought him to the pinnacle of success. This would be his last task but one he could now put all his effort into.
Finally, he thought, he had achieved something that would make his Dad proud.
* * *
Eric Millwright Private Residence
Sunday Evening 6:00 PM
Joseph escorted Melissa to the front door of his son’s condominium and eagerly rang the bell. Footsteps could be heard racing to the front door. Eric swung the door open in eager anticipation.
“Dad, finally!” They embraced as their arms wrapped around each other in a sweeping bear hug.
“Look at you, son. You seem to grow taller every time I see you or perhaps I’m just shrinking.” They laughed together unlike they had in years. “Oh, this is a very special, dear friend of mine, Melissa.”
“Hello Eric, I’ve heard so much about you from your Dad.” They shared a brief hug as Eric motioned them inside.
“Dad, look at you. You look like the picture of health. What happened?”
“Well son, it’s a long story. We have so much to talk about. But first, I want to hear about everything going on with you.”
Hours would seem like minutes now as time was slipping away at seemingly breakneck speed. Some people can live a lifetime in just a few hours. This was the only place Joseph wanted to be right now. The past was insignificant and any mention of the future, he would avoid. Eric did not need to know about LifeLyne, Millzine or any of it, for that matter. He would make the most of the here and now.
10:30 PM
The laughter subsided and Eric grew tired, knowing he would have to go into work in a few hours.
“Dad, I need to hit the sack. You’re welcome to stay and make yourself at home. And Dad, thank you for stopping by and for staying so long.” He hugged his father, unknowingly for the last time.
“Son, I have something special planned for Melissa and I tomorrow so we probably just call it a night.” Joseph had not mentioned any of this to Melissa.
“Sure, Dad. It was nice to meet you, Melissa.” Melissa responded with an affirming hug.
Melissa collected her purse and they both exited through the front door.
“Goodnight” echoed Joseph and Melissa. As they maneuver down the porch steps, Melissa questioned Joseph.
“So where are you taking me tomorrow?”
“Now you know I’m all about surprises. I’ll give you a hint though. It’s something we used to do in our late teens.” Melissa was intrigued but had an idea what he was talking about.
“C’mon and I’ll bring you home to your apartment.”
“Joseph, I’d like to stay with you tonight, if that’s ok. If I only have your few a few more hours, I spend every moment with you.” Melissa said as she held back tears. Joseph found himself grinning from ear to ear. He had always loved Melissa and now at least for a few hours, they could rekindle the love they once shared.
Joseph Millwright Private Residence
11:50 PM
Joseph pulled into his driveway as he had done so many lonely nights before. Tonight however, would be altogether different. He was far from alone. Physically, he felt like he could conquer the world.
The car rolled to a stop as Joseph engaged the parking brake. He exited from the driver’s side and quickly swung open Melissa’s door. His eyes were now fixated on her. He offered his hand to help her exit the vehicle. She had never looked more beautiful as she did right now. Her knee length crimson dress flowed in the breeze as she stood up. Her long auburn hair brushed against Joseph’s cheek. Like a love crazed teenager, he clutched her in both arms and once again brought her lips to his. They kissed passionately for several minutes during which the world seemed to evaporate from existence.
“Joseph take me inside.”
Joseph fumbled for his keys and brought Melissa inside his modest home. Once inside, their passion did not abate. Knowing what Joseph would face tomorrow, further justified Melissa's decision to give herself to Joseph in every way. Lust and momentary pleasure was the farthest thing on each of their minds. They were going to expend the next few hours enjoying every inch of their bodies.
Joseph switched on the bedroom hot tub pump and bubbles began to dance upon themselves. He couldn't help but watch Melissa as she slowly undressed. She was captivating to Joseph's eyes. She handed him a bathrobe and she entered the water. They snuggled together and shared a glass of wine. Just a little bit to take the edge off and to sweeten their lips as they began kissing once again.
For Joseph, this night was worth the cumulative evenings which he could dare to recall alone and desperately ill. He was now convinced he had made the right decision. LifeLyne had given his first love back along with a perfectly healthy body to enjoy it. He was grateful for this brief time they would share together and felt lucky, indeed.
* * *
High Sky Adventures, Colorado
Monday Morning 10:00 AM
As Joseph’s vehicle approached the entry of High Sky Adventures, Melissa’s heart rate jumped.
“Really? Really, we’re going to jump?” It had been years since she had gone up. After all, it was something she and Joseph had always done together. She couldn’t imagine skydiving with anyone else.
They approached their friend and owner Rick who knew the local skies better than anyone. They exchanged greetings, suited up and before they knew it the small Cessna plane was riding smoothly in the air. They soon reached the required altitude of 12,500 feet. Shortly thereafter the amber LED signaled that it was time to jump. Rick slide the side door open to reveal the puffy, white clouds below. Houses and trees looked like tiny specks across a vast pattern of the geometrically proportioned landscape.
“Are you both ready?” yelled Rick over the roar of the twin prop engines.
After received thumbs up from Joseph and Melissa they both exited the doorway of the plane place back first. Down, down they went at 120 mph as air encircled their bodies. The scenery was breathtaking and the sky was a tapestry of bluish hues. The two stayed close by one another, often holding hands as they dropped. Amorphous clouds enveloped them intermittently, maintaining their appointed altitude in the sky.
All too quickly it seemed they had reached pull altitude. It was time to separate and release their chutes. The ground was approaching faster now. After given the signal, they pulled down both chute toggles simultaneously to slow down their parachute and landed at a comfortable ground speed.
They fell to the ground beside one another and laughed like little children. They were having the time of their lives. Joseph had not regretted for one single moment the decision to trust the promises of LifeLyne. He was not at all unaware that the clock was ticking. At least for the moment, he was in heaven. He chose to enjoy these moments with Melissa knowing that they would be his last.
* * *
The Pastoral Office of Shady Hill Community Church
Monday Morning 11:00 AM
The deacons had arrived on time and began to take their seats in Alister’s conference area outside his pastoral office. He walked in briskly to the sounds of audible gasps throughout the room.
“Pastor, you look completely healthy. Why, just yesterday you looked like-” said Trevor, the head deacon.
“Yes, I know. Listen, I’ve got to confess something to you all. It concerns a place I went to yesterday. I received an experimental medication which has seemed to have fulfilled its promise of complete healing. Now, before you begin expressing accolades for the physician, you must understand that it is only temporary.”
“What do you mean? asked Trevor.
“It means that I put my own personal ambition above the grace of our healing Savior. I wanted so desperately to speak at this conference and this treatment, developed from the minds of two gifted molecular biologists, who have given me twenty four hours of restored life. The cost of which it seems, is premature death.”
Alister was questioned by everyone present well into the lunch hour. There were various opinions voiced from every deacon. Most were theological. Many debated the moral integrity of such an act. They all listened to Alister’s responses intently. In the end, it was his choice. A choice which was now solidified. He had every intention of speaking at the impending conference. The means by which his last act of obedience to the expansion of the gospel may not be sanctioned by a majority seated presently in his office. Yet, if his last few hours were to have significant meaning, he would make every effort to fulfill his final evangelistic ambition.
Grace Mission International Auditorium
1:00 PM
Alister arrived to the auditorium moments before they were scheduled to go on air. Stage hands shuffled about tending to miscellaneous needs while the three main cameras caught every moment of onstage activity. The choir and orchestra echoed throughout the room, permeating every available eardrum. There was a palpable spirit of joy and peace in the air.
The music minister concluded the music with a short prayer and introduced Alister to the stage. He walked swiftly to the podium, smiling gently on the outside while butterflies danced about inside his belly. He had never been on national television before. He wanted to open the event with an invocation like few had ever heard.
"Thank you, brothers and sisters in the Lord. It is both a privilege and honor to speak to you today. Were it not for the fervent prayers of so many I would certainly not be here today. I would like to begin with that certain passage in Philippians chapter one. Jesus, the one who humbled Himself and became nothing, now site at the right hand of the Father. Let me tell you about fathers and sons."
Alister had already decided not to recall the events of last night. LifeLyne would simply remain a means to an end. He could feel the Spirit giving him grace for the moment and the words which he should use. He could also not eliminate the intense sorrow of what he had done. His life had been a representation of God's grace by always seeking after God's own heart. Yet he remained cognizant of the reality that he has short circuited the grace of God. His final sermon would prove to be very spiritual and lead many to the Lord. His dream was currently being fulfilled. Sadly, this was a an event he would never be able to honestly give God the credit for.
* * *
LifeLyne Headquarters
Monday Evening 3:59 PM
T-minus 60 seconds
Melissa was at Joseph’s side like so many years ago, finally back where she belonged. They had shared a day like no other. Their love briefly rekindled only to have unavoidable circumstances thrust upon them once more. This time it was different. This time, their fate was sealed medicine which would not yield its fatal power.
Beep...beep...60 Seconds...beep...beep
"That damned clock. I don't want to hear it anymore. I want to hear your voice one last time. Talk to me, my love....I...I won't ever forget this day."
"I will be OK, my sweetheart..."
Beep...beep...50 Seconds...beep...beep
"...You will be just fine. I've taken care of everything for you. Grieve and then...move on, my love."
"Never. I will never, ever move on....I won't even think about that."
Beep...beep...40 Seconds...beep...beep
"Listen, my love. Remember what we did today? We lived in one day what most people live in half a lifetime....You look so beautiful right now. You always have."
Beep...beep...30 Seconds...beep...beep
"No, no, NO!
"My love, look at me. Kiss me, my darling...One last time. Let our lips be our final goodbye."
"Yes. Oh, I love you."
Beep...beep...20 Seconds...beep...beep
"Turn off the audio, Navid." said Dr. Faust. "Let them enjoy this moment without distraction....My God, what have we done. Meddling with a science that subverts natural death."
...10 Seconds...
"Lord, forgive us. You gave us medicine as a gift. Are we using it for your glory, or ours" prayed Faust silently. "When he passes, give her a few moments and then pull her out."
...3...2...1...
Silence.
4:00 PM
Melissa arms were wrapped around Josephs tightly as the machines began to wind down. Silence slowly filled the room. Her head rested on Joseph’s chest as he laid still.
Faust removed his glasses and began massaging his tired eyes. “Navid, this is a bittersweet moment indeed. The formula worked as anticipated but we have lost three great men. May God have mercy on their souls.”
Shakir agreed. “Yes, they were indeed brave men. I hope this day brought them a lifetime of joy.”
“Without their sacrifice, this drug would never have been able to be properly tested. I have to believe that what we did was for the betterment of specialized medicine and society as a whole.”
“Doctors?” said Melissa over the telecom.
“Yes, nurse Hunter? Is everything ok?”
“I hear something...no...it’s not possible.” She pressed her ear against Joseph’s chest. “Oh, my God. His heart is beating….I….I can hear him breathing.”
“Nurse Hunter, is this some kind of sick joke. The man was injected with Millzine. I can assure you that he is quite dead.”
Melissa shouted back “No, he is alive. His heart and breathing are getting stronger. I can’t believe it.” She was weeping innumerable tears of joy as she struggled to focus on Joseph. His eyes began to open.
Shakir withdrew from the video monitors in the adjacent room and approached Faust with a status update. “Martin and Beckman are confirmed dead, doctor. They went peacefully with no---what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”
Faust interrupted. “It’s Millwright. He’s actually alive.”
“That’s impossible.”
Faust cupped his hands to his face in utter disbelief. “Look at the monitor and see for yourself.”
Shakir peered over his shoulder into the video monitor and could not believe his eyes. Joseph was sitting upright with nurse Hunter wrapped in his arms. Shakir felt a bit faint from disbelief and sat next to his friend and colleague.
“My God, do you know what this means?” Shakir said with incredulity.
“It means, my dear friend, that we may have just inadvertently stumbled into a cure for cancer. That is, at the very least, the nature and classification derived from Joseph’s diagnosis. But a huge breakthrough, nonetheless. This, this is stunning.”
Joseph and Melissa now sat beside one another, their hands clenched and eyes focused on one another.
Melissa spoke first. “Joseph, can you hear me?”
“Yes, my love. I can hear you, see you and oh, I can feel you. Why am I still alive? Was I not injected?”
“Oh yes, you were. The injection saved you. I don’t know how and I don’t care. All I know is you’re alive. You have your life back Joseph.”
“And I intend on spending every moment with you. Let’s get out of here.” Joseph quickly recovered from his grogginess and his strength once again returned. He had been given his life back. Not only his life but he had once again found his true love.
He had been given a second chance and was ready to live again, like never before.
* * *
LifeLyne Headquarters
Tuesday Morning 8:30 AM
Faust sat at his desk preparing his agenda for the day. The display on his desk began to blink. An unsolicited call was coming in routed from the front lobby station. After sipping his coffee, He answered the call.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Good morning. This is agent Bellows from the FBI. We need to speak with you immediately, doctor.”
Faust knowingly asked “May I ask what this is concerning?”
“This needs to be discussed in person, sir.” the agent refused to capitulate.
“Certainly, come right up.” Faust quickly called Shakir on a secure channel. “Navid, this is Robert.”
“Good morning. What can I-”
Faust interrupted. “Listen to me. It seems I am to be questioned about the events which occurred yesterday. Navid, I do not have much time to explain this exhaustively but it is vital that you continue our research. The formula is certainly flawed and will need extensive development. You also need to know that I am taking full responsibility for the deaths of Martin and Beckman. You will not be implicated. Further, I have expunged your name from all of the recorded minutes regarding Millzine. Right now, I need to be assured that you will continue with our work.”
“Absolutely Robert, we will see to it. I can’t say this was unexpected but can’t help but feel like you deserve far better than to see your career end this way. I am so sorry, Robert.”
“What will a man give in exchange for his life but that which he believes serves the best interests of others. There are times when the ends justify the means. I suppose I am about to find out whether this was one of them.”
Faust’s door abruptly swung open to reveal three impeccably dressed agents. He immediately terminated the call and spoke no further. He had only his thoughts to regale him now and a promise that the legacy of his research would continue. That would sustain him through the events shortly to transpire.
* * *
The End
Written February 2015
By Jim Richardson
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