D.K. SHEPARD

He wondered who the people were, the ones who were about to get a few hundred more years to live? Would they be the ones to make things better or would they end up like all the others, greedy for power as much as time?

Silas felt rage coursing through him and the chain that bound him began to glow red.

To Cassie it seemed as though so much was being automated these days. A lot of tasks could be done faster and better by machines, but now there was a problem emerging: What would be left for people to do?

The doctor’s expression was filled with pity, “And, well, I’m afraid there’s no easy way to say this and it’ll come as quite a shock, but you’ve been in a coma for nearly five years.”