Caroline had been Mr. Johnson’s secretary for far too long. She was so used to saying yes to him that she had forgotten she could also say no. And now that she remembered, now that she was having second thoughts and regrets, it was too late. He was long gone.
She hadn’t really thought this project would actually come to fruition. Not in her lifetime, anyway. She’d hoped to die in the facility, in the little apartment she’d lived in for the past forty years, with Mr. Johnson at her side. But instead, she’d sat next to him, squeezing his hand as her eyes brimmed with tears. He was all she had. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to live for too long without him.
And now she was going to live forever.
She wanted to fulfill Mr. Johnson's dying wish, of course. But as they strapped her into the machine, latching down her arms, legs and head to make sure she couldn’t move, she found herself wondering if she could still back out. The scientists