Imagine a world where nobody gets sick or old.

Write a story based in this

fictitious world

It's my birthday today. I have lost count of how many birthdays have passed,
but I still keep my tradition. I climb to the top of the nearby hill, bringing a
handful of dirt with me. I press it into the ground. Then, I sit down to prepare
my mind for my next annual rite: reminding myself of who I am and why I am
living.
I made this hill, actually, and I'm still building it up. I started on my tenth
birthday. Now, the hill is large enough for me to ski down each winter. In a
world where people stay young forever, persistence pays.
Persistence was what led Dr Syue Cano to discover the secret of eternal
youth. At the age of eighty-four, he identified the gene that causes humans
to age and the specific radiation that destroys it. No one will know whether
he detonated his "Youth" bomb for the sake of his own immortality or for the
sake of the other human beings in the world. However, his defective heart
could not withstand the impact of the blast. He died the instant the bomb
exploded.
Mankind will always be grateful for the discovery to which Dr Cano dedicated
his life. However, he left the world with one problem: the earth's limited
natural resources. Even with plant growth accelerated by scientific wizardry,
food and oxygen were becoming inadequate for the world population, which
only kept booming.
Some subtractions were necessary for the survival of the human species. The
only solution was to remove some of the people by unnatural means, that is,
to execute them. Thus, this was why all crimes were made punishable by
execution: murder, theft, adultery, slander, hoarding of food... the list is very
long. This was the only way to maintain the valance of nature.
That's where I come in. I am an Executioner. I work alone, never considering
the risk. People say I have a death wish. Perhaps I do. Certainly, yesterday's
job was no waltz in the park.
Rob Tao was suspected of stealing and hoarding food. My job was to check
this out. As always, I was to be detective, judge, jury and executioner.
I had enough stealth technology to break into Tao's compound undetected. To
get into the house was also a cinch. My vibra-blade cut through the wall like
it was butter. In the house, my Arometer detected food, lots of it. I went down
corridor after corridor, following the bleeps of light on my Arometer.
The signals went wild outside one closed door. There was a lot of human
activity inside, judging by my HUO sensors. I primed a grenade and opened
the door just a crack -- enough to see whom I would be executing.
Then I deprimed the grenade. Sitting there were thousands of children. Rob
Tao stood amongst them, holding a huge pot of steaming mush. He smiled at
me, seemingly unperturbed.
"You're feeding all these children?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes," he replied quietly.
"How do you get so much food? I'm sure you steal it," I said.
"Yes, I do. Going to execute me?" Still that gentle smile. Sitting here now, on
my hill, I don't understand why I just walked out. I had no excuse for letting
him get away with his crime. It was not my decision to make. Yet... I can't
Write a story based on this line : "By evening, she was running a high fever ... "
Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned log cabin. Once
it was occupied by a young couple who wanted to distance themselves from the
chaos of this modern world. Here they were miles away from the nearest town. Bob,
the husband, made the occasional trip into town to buy supplies whereas Jan, his
wife, spent her free time by the fire, sewing. Their life was simply idyllic.

Then, one midwinter's day, Jan woke up from bed with a strange ache in her
bones. Putting it down to overwork, Bob shooed her to bed and made sure she
rested. Though Jan was impatient to get to her chores, Bob soothed her, "Relax,
Sugar. You're overdoing things. All these chores will be here when you
recover."However, Jan seemed to be getting worse instead of recovering. By
evening, she was running a high fever and in greater pain. In spite of his best
efforts, Bob could not manage to ease her suffering. And then suddenly, she started
to lapse into unconsciousness.
It was then obvious that she was seriously ill. What could Bob do? He had no
experience in treating the sick and Jan was getting worse by the minute. He knew
that there was an old doctor in town but he lived three miles away, downhill. Pot-
bellied and obese, there was no way the doctor could make it up to their
cabin.Something had to be done quickly! Bob racked his brains but to no avail.
The only thing left to do was to go to the doctor. In Jan's condition, she could never
walk that far in the waist-deep snow. Bob would have to carry her!
Bob searched his mind for a way to move poor, sick Jan. Then, he remembered.
He had once made a sledge so that they could ride together over the mountain.
They never got around to using it though, because the whole mountain was thickly
covered with rocks and trees. He had never found a safe way down, not even
once."Well," he thought, "looks like I'm going to have to try it anyhow," as he dug
out the sledge from the storeroom. "Jan may die unless I get her to the doctor, and
life means nothing to me without her." With this thought in mind, Bob gently tucked
Jan into the sledge, got in the front, and with a short prayer for safety, pushed off.
How they got through that ride alive, Bob has never figured out. As trees
loomed up in front of him and just as quickly whizzed by his side, close enough to
touch, he felt relieved that Jan was not awake to experience the ride. It was all he
could do not to scream as collision seemed immient, time and again, with only
inches to spare.
At last, bursting from the mountainside, the town came into view. Barely
slowing down, they sped through the icy streets, only losing speed as they neared
the doctor's house. The sledge, battered through the journey, collapsed in the left
ski as it came to a halt, spilling out its occupants. Bob picked up his Jan and made
his way into the doctor's house.
After what seemed to be a long winter, Jan recovered fully from her illness but
Bob never recovered from his fright. They moved into the little town so as to be
near help in times of crisis, and have lived there ever since.

Write a story using this sentence as your first line : "It seemed like it was going to
be another one of those days when nothing much happens."

It seemed like it was going to be another one of those days when nothing much
happens. Ken and his friends were playing their regular football game along the