Erin stared deeply into a holo-mirror, observing her age and shifting her head.

"Erin, let's go," said her wife.

"Janice, I'm aging again. Do you see my new wrinkles?"

"Did you run out?"

"No, I've stopped taking them."

"Janice, you're over 100. Your body will soon deteriorate."

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"The new opiate." Erin sighed. "They invented these nanites to survive on Mars, but now everyone's addicted. I should have aged gracefully, but now I'm stuck in an endless dependency loop. I want to grow old like my parents and their parents before them."

"That's no longer the world we live in, Erin."