The government announces: henceforth, Everybody Is Immortal. We gather to celebrate. My friend Oliver calls it a sham, says we should resist.
But they deliver. Every day a press conference: Today we recorded zero deaths. The country is in awe. Who knew immortality by decree was possible?
Flickers of unrest. We’re still dying, the protesters say. Lies. We Are Eternal.
Oliver disappears. He sends me a typewritten postcard pledging his support to our leaders. At last, the ingrate saw the light.
Years pass. Typewritten postcards litter the empty streets. I wave a paper flag at the TV and savor everlasting life.