Genre:
Sci-fi/Thriller
Word Count: 77,000
When a privileged
teenage boy learns the horrific truth behind a miracle drug that prolongs the
life of the rich, he must try to bring down his parents' all-powerful company
from the inside.
My uncle was only 152 when he died, but five hundred
people showed up for his funeral anyway. No one seemed very interested in his
corpse, though—they were much more into comparing designer outfits and telling
stories about their neighbors. When anyone did remember Uncle Devin, rotting
away in his fine mahogany box at the front, it was only to cast a scornful look
in his direction.
I knew exactly what they were thinking.
What a loser.
Hey, it made sense. I was his only nephew, and I thought
he was a loser too.
I picked at a loose thread on my suit pants as the
funeral reader started in on the list of accomplishments.
Sorry, Uncle Devin. No matter how much Dad paid this guy,
I'm not buying it.
"Then, when he was only eighty-three," the
reader intoned, "Devin left home to make his way in the world."
*FIRES*
ReplyDelete4 body shots!
What a loser. :)
You didn't even run.