The sun hung high in the sky as I lay in bed, having collapsed seemingly out of nowhere. Days were growing shorter, and I observed the changing scenery before me.

"Greetings, Sir John. I am Thompson, and I regret to inform you that your death neuralyzer disease has progressed rapidly. You have only one year left to live. Here are medications for you. I hope you get well soon, Mr. John." A floating medical bot provided me with instructions. I couldn't help but chuckle at the contrasting nature of these bots.

Despite the advancements in medical technology, humans still faced mortality. It was impossible for humans to live forever, regardless of their wealth. I had believed that money was everything. I had worked tirelessly since grade school, becoming a major investor in various tech companies and amassing billions of dollars.

I married at the age of 40 to the daughter of one of my subsidiaries. I believed that marrying her would secure support from her father's company and the stock market he possessed, and it did. With her father's collaboration, my tech company expanded further.

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I became a father at the late age of 50. Thanks to my wealth, my daughter enjoyed a life filled with every desire. She had a Playstation Virtual 9, the most outstanding neural phone, Magi 17, and even a car with private drivers. She was my beloved daughter, even if her mother was less affectionate.

Now, as I faced my imminent death with my daughter halfway through college, I regretted not being able to witness her graduation. The medical bot delivering the news was the most advanced in the world, equipped with Super neural AI, ensuring its diagnosis was accurate.

"Hey, Neura. How can I prolong my life?"

"I'm afraid even with the best medicine, we can only delay it for one or two years."

"I see. I want to see my daughter’s graduation. Can I?"

"We could leave a time capsule. You can record everything you want, and we will deliver it at the appropriate time."

"No. I want to see how my daughter’s life unfolds. I've invested millions of dollars in her. I want her to be successful."

"Well, I am afr—warning: confidential information, please do not take notes—If you want to be there physically, you may consult with Mr. Jack from Genesis Corp. He might help you. He's looking for test subjects for his immortality project." The medbots lagged and stuttered as they mentioned the immortality project.

"What is the immortality project?"