Months had passed since Soul Cage was initiated to the public. Any outcries that had attempted to tarnish the project were silenced. Threads and boards online were nonexistent. People on social media that had openly spoke their distaste had their accounts taken down. Protests ceased. Media outlets continued to cover BioMed and their subsidiary BioLab in news articles. Public figures in the fields of medicine and science sung their praises of Soul Cage and its successful advancements made in said fields. Hensley was recently awarded the Nobel Prize for his achievement, now known around the world as “The Path to Immortality.” He decided to frame it in the penthouse he purchased.
The Replicant Program had proven to be a successful endeavor for the United States Army. Their goal is to have every deployed soldier overseas and by the border of Mexico returned home safe and sound by the end of next year in 2036. Melissa cut a few deals with leaders from allied nations to request access to the program by paying their way in. Russia, the United Kingdom and China would be developing their own replicants through the blueprints provided by Melissa, following in their humane footsteps to replace soldiers with specially-trained clones to deploy into armed conflicts plaguing several parts of the world. With the Replicant Program, Melissa’s goal as stated in her meeting with the United Nations, is to eventually end every ongoing armed conflict through the means of replicants instead of human lives. Even if it meant remaining in office for several more terms. She had to focus mainly on repairing the fractures of conflict within her own country first and foremost, leaving the manufacturing and deploying of replicants to BioMed and the United States Army. With the Replicant Program and Soul Cage under its belt, BioMed would see a sharp increase in their stock prices, toppling every other company in its path. Director Shimada at the helm of it all, would see himself as an enemy in the eyes of many who despised his empire but remained untouchable thanks to his newfound connections through Melissa.
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A gentle rain poured over New Miami. Standing on the balcony of his new home, Hensley sipped on a glass of whiskey. Dodger and Jennifer were by his sides also holding glasses of whiskey. The three all took in the sights of the neon-glistened cityscape.
“I’m so proud of you man. We better celebrate at Starlight tomorrow. That means you too, Jennifer!” Dodger spoke.
Hensley and Jennifer started laughing. They clinked their glasses together and took a big swig of the whiskey.
“Hehe. Of course! That place is a blast!” Jennifer replied cheerily. “So, Hensley. How are you feeling?”
Hensley smiled, looking down silently as his glass. He shifted the ice cubes around, deep in thought. A decade of long sleepless nights, constant recharges of energy through caffeine, bickering from his colleagues arguing that his research would flop and begging Shimada for more time and funding had finally paid off for him. Now he was seen as a hero. A bastion of hope for the future of humanity. He glanced to both Dodger and Jennifer then fixated his gaze back to the bright lights of the city. All Hensley would say is;
“This my friends, is only the beginning. Others want what we have but they’ll never get this privilege. I feel like I achieved the impossible. The man who defied God and death in one fell swoop. Whoever said that immortality is a myth… Well, I just proved them wrong.”