The 1950s sci-fi pulp author Fredric Brown wrote one of his (then) famous short-short stories about a man who came up with the serum for immortality and took it, but he had a cold at the time, and the germs also developed immortality and reproduced so much that his symptoms got worse and worse and eventually put him into a coma. After a while, his colleagues realized he’d never get out of the coma, so they just buried him.
You could make so much money playing Russian roulette!
Now I’m starting to wonder if being in a coma for twenty years from a toaster/gun shot would still qualify as alive.
Dammit
The 1950s sci-fi pulp author Fredric Brown wrote one of his (then) famous short-short stories about a man who came up with the serum for immortality and took it, but he had a cold at the time, and the germs also developed immortality and reproduced so much that his symptoms got worse and worse and eventually put him into a coma. After a while, his colleagues realized he’d never get out of the coma, so they just buried him.
That’s horrible. Thank you