S Hunter: Longevity

“But in the end, he didn’t really care that the resets kept me young. He didn’t want me at all. He wanted someone new. Which made it all a lie. All those years gone, and all the time a lie. And now I’ve shot him, and I can’t reverse that, can I? So stupid.”

Livvy swallowed. “No,” she said, and waited.

“I can’t bring him back and let him go his own way, and I can’t take back all those years with the lie.”

She rocked and hugged the pillow and wept.

“So sorry. What have I done? What have I done?”

“Marcy,” Livvy said gently when the fresh outburst of sobs had quieted a little, “sometimes all we can do is try not to make it any worse. Sometimes… some days, it’s too late to do anything else, but we can still do that. In my experience, if we can just do that, something comes along later that shows us how to go on. Can you do that now? Just let it go and not make it worse?”

“I’ve run out of tears. I feel so ugly and old. You’re beautiful. Are you married?”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“But I bet you’ve been in love.”

“I don’t know.”

“Then you haven’t, or you’d know. You must be very young. Here, take this away, before I do something stupid again.” Marcy lifted the gun, holding it with only her thumb and index finger as though she wanted to avoid touching it, and held it out to Livvy. It almost slid from her grip from its own weight. Livvy caught it just in time.

“So stupid. I’m sorry about all this trouble. Chris, thank you for coming,” Marcy said, turning back to Chris for a moment. “And you, young lady, will you walk out with me, please? No one will look at me with you next to me.”

“Sure. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Now. Now,” she said, standing up and starting to move. “I can’t bear this house of lies. And I’ve already caused so much trouble, for so many people.

“We spent our lives just wrapped up in each other, or so I thought, but it was just a lie. We should have had children. That would have been someone new, wouldn’t it?” she looked at Livvy questioningly, but didn’t wait for an answer. To Livvy it was as though Marcy knew that as long as she kept talking, she wouldn’t be crying, or thinking about what was behind them on the sofa.

“Maybe Jack would have been happier with children, even though he didn’t believe it. I should have just gone ahead, and let him see how it would be with a child.” At the door, Marcy looked back, letting her eyes slide passed the sofa until they reached Chris, who was standing very still and watching her.

“Chris, thank you. I’m sorry I bothered you again. So much trouble. Whydid they bring so many people? You helped me before. Jack was so angry, do you remember? I think you even told me to think about leaving, but I didn’t listen. Thank you for trying.

“Thank you, too, dear. If I had had a daughter, I would have wanted her to be just like you. What’s your name? Did you say it already? I’m sorry I forgot. I’ll want to know, later.”

“I’m Olivia. Livvy.”

“That’s lovely. You are perfectly lovely. I’m ready to go out, now. I’m sorry for all the trouble. I know I’ve been such a bother to everyone. Wasted everyone’s time.”

“It’s all right. We understood. Here, we’ll go together,” Livvy said when they got to the door and Marcy hesitated. Livvy crooked her arm and offered it so that Marcy could put a hand on it as though she were an elderly person who needed help to walk, and they left the house together.

Later, in the car when they were back on the glassene and Livvy had had a chance to put some time between herself and all of that pain, she asked Chris about the Pheromone Fiasco and what he had done for Marcy at that time.

“Strange things, pheromones, and you know at that time there was still so much that was poorly understood, even by the experts, although there sure were a lot of molebiol practitioners trying to sell chem-enhancements and riding the wave of fads with their own variations. Some of the so-called pheromone enhancements that women, and a few men, paid good money for did nothing for them except attract insects.”

Livvy choked.

“Yes, well you wouldn’t have laughed at the time, Hutchins.”

“I don’t know. Give me some credit,” Livvy said.

“Anyway, some of them had other unpredictable effects, especially on certain men. Idiosyncratic effects, they’re called. Marcy’s husband seemed to want to hit her whenever she got nervous. The sweat, you see. As you can imagine, it was an escalating situation. She would never press charges. She thought it was all her own fault.”

“She was what? Twenty-one, Twenty-two?” Livvy asked. “A child.”

“About that. A lot of the practitioners who had sold these headaches to the unsuspecting public had scattered like roaches and most of the enhancements were poorly documented, if at all, so they were difficult and expensive to reverse. I tracked down the practitioner who’d given her the enhancement and made sure she got the reversal, at no additional charge, before he went to jail.

“To give the bastard, Marcy’s husband,” Chris added, clarifying which bastard he was talking about at the moment, “… to give him his due, the physical abuse stopped as soon as she got the reversal.”

“The physical abuse,” Livvy said musingly. “She stayed with him all those years.”

“She loved him. And he did stay with her fifty years.”

“He knew her buttons, and she was a willing victim. I give him nothing.

“How did you convince the practitioner to give her the reversal? Did you get him a deal with the DA?” Livvy asked, curious. It seemed pertinent to LLE’s management of these kind of cases.

Chris chose his words with care. “I try to avoid offering deals that dilute the impact of the Laws. It sets a bad precedent. Also, I was still angry when I found him.” He turned to look squarely at Livvy, and said very seriously, “I threatened to break his kneecaps.”

Livvy laughed. “And he believed you? He didn’t realize you’re Enforcement?”

“Oh, he knew. He knew I was LLE,” Chris said, still seriously. Livvy’s laughter slowly faded.

“You’re not kidding, are you?” she asked.

Chris didn’t answer.

“It changed everything, didn’t it?” Livvy asked after a pause. “Even love. I mean, not the enhancements, those are relatively minor. I mean Longevity itself.”

“How could it not? Molebiol beat aging. Gave us eternal youth and biological immortality. The trouble is, they only gave it to those who can afford it. And even if everyone could afford it… humanity needs children around to stay human. How does any sane society reconcile those issues?

“The only reason we’ve made it this far is that we’ve got the Laws that were cobbled together in response to the Riots. Without the Longevity and Enhancement Laws, we’d be in real danger of facing the creation of a master race, all based on power and financial resources.”

“No. No, we wouldn’t,” Livvy said soberly.

“Of course you’re right.” Chris glanced at her and then went back to staring straight ahead. “That is the crux. We had the Riots, but it’s been so much worse everywhere else in the world. We’d claw each other apart, like they have elsewhere, until we destroyed ourselves as a civilization. But you’ve considered all this, or as a well-regarded Homicide detective you wouldn’t have jumped into the LLE rabbit hole. This is hardly a career booster for you.”

“Well-regarded?” Livvy said with mild irony. “You know I used family influence to get here.”

“I’ve been a detective a long time.”