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Science and Semantics

Leonard Malcon Warner was one of the God’s that reigned over the modern industry of information. The dimensions of his wealth were such that if any of it shifted in any direction, it made ripples in the economies of entire nations. His investment decisions could irreparably alter the lives of the millions unaware their personal destinies were so bound by the whims of wealth.
Aging happens gradually then suddenly all at once!
Before he knew it, Leonard was leaving the middle years of his life behind. He repeated every futile attempt to reclaim his youth. The cosmetics, the surgeries, and the models were all expressions of the same tragic realization, Leonard was getting old.
LMW hadn't become one of the wealthiest men by accepting any sentence handed down from fate, even if it was what natural law demanded. Warner had a panoramic view of the world, and he understood what moved it. People like him. Reality need never be an impediment to human will.
Science is the most effective tool of that will. It was once true no man could ever cross the sea, there was a time when it was fact humans can never achieve flight, and only until relatively recently the idea a homosapien would ever stamp its foot in the dust of the moon was insanity. The seas, the sky, and gravity were all just obstacles and obstacles can always be overcome with the proper motivation. Leonard used a considerable sum of his wealth to stimulate the human effort to reverse the flow of time.
The years continued to slip by, and Leonard was starting to panic. Every grey hair, every wrinkle was a reminder he was running out of time. By the time Warner reached his 59th birthday the once indomitable lord of commerce was facing defeat. He was contemplating pulling the plug on the whole project when he received news about the long-awaited breakthrough he had been waiting for.
“Researchers stop cells from aging” the headline read.
Leonard ordered his assistant to schedule an immediate interview with the project leader. That leader was Doctor Zhao. A middle-aged man with thick glasses and a slight paunch. Doctor Zhao answered Leonard summits, and the two met in one of the billionaire’s many many glass office’s.
The introductory small talk was kept brief.
“I want you to do the procedure on my cells,” Leonard said point blank.
Zhao hesitated. “Mr. Warner, I don’t thi-
“Don’t worry about any FDA bullshit,” Warner interrupted him. “And I don’t care what the risks are I want to start as soon as possible.”
Zhao furrowed his brow and tilted his head back. “Mr. Warner I am very grateful for all you have done to advance this project, but I couldn’t in good conscience test such a process still in its infancy at this stage on a live human being.”
“Time doesn't give a shit about ethics Doctor Zhao,” Warner huffed. “I’ve poured tens of millions of dollars into this, and I am demanding that you make me young again.”
Zhao smiled. “Mr. Warner I think you misunderstood. We managed to SLOW the aging process on a cellular level not reverse it. If you want to be young again might I suggest you invest in time travel research?”

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