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From the author: “Living a long time is just like living any other kind of time,” he said at last. “The seconds don’t expand or anything; you don’t live differently. You just live more.”
Tenniel sat in one shabby chair, the doctor in the other, and they shadowboxed. Over the doctor’s shoulder, a hologram, a grimly festive image of people swimming and running on a tropical beach, shimmered distractingly. Palm fronds pulsed in a silent breeze; sunbathers laughed soundlessly. Goals to aim for, Tenniel thought. He stared at the hologram and chattered about some minor event to fill up the empty time.
Periodically the doctor would interrupt. “How did that feel?”
Each time the...