Epilogue

(Authors Note- This is the preface for a new story I am writing about these two characters, John and his daughter Kira.

This is the end of the line for them here, but not the end of the line.)

The years drag on, with you and your daughter living in relative isolation on a remote farm in Scotland.

You have almost unlimited wealth, and you send a lot of it to accounts you have offshore tied only to numbers, and you divide the rest into investments and a series of bank accounts around the world. You try to divide your holdings to be able to avoid questions, still looking and feeling 36, and maybe younger, and your daughter Kira still looking like she did on her 18th birthday.

You still marvel after all these years, her fit and curvaceous body has never lost its tone. Her beautiful d cup breasts are as full and firm as the first time you saw them when providing a dose.

Kira bearing three children didn’t change it, and the years of age didn’t change it either.

Not long after noticing the change in your senses after fucking Kira, you noticed you began to heal strangely quickly, and that neither of you scarred.

When Kira had your children, her body rebounded faster than it seemed medically possible. When Kira cut her hand in the kitchen, you treated it at home, and the next day there was no sign of injury.

As the years passed you both could not help but notice your youth remained, as your children grew old.

Your daughters and your son with Kira had lives of some importance and fame, and they had children who were people of talent. It seems that while they lacked your resistance to injury and aging, they did hold onto all of your advantages.

For the first hundred years, you and Kira enjoy life, an amazing amount of sex with your daughter and wife who has boundless sexual energy, as well as world travel, and many adventures.

When you and Kira mark the hundredth year of your marriage, you both realize this could be a lonely life. You both look as you did the day you first had sex together, you know that it is possible that you will never age.

What will that look like? How will you be able to hide? The last hundred years had shown great improvements in technology, and great change in the Earth.

The population had grown to over twelve billion people, and the ability to feed the population had been stretched to the limit. The oceans had risen, and as hard as the world fought, it could not stop climate change. Many things were very different than before.

There were no gasoline and few diesel-powered cars, and even fewer electric cars, which were a big thing for decades had reduced in popularity. Most people used a bicycle now and just lived close to where they worked.

You and Kira didn’t own a car, living off the grid at one of your properties. You were careful to keep the taxes paid on them through a series of lawyers and assumed identities.

You continue to distribute your wealth, buying properties all around the world, and keeping a careful accounting of them through a series of representatives.

You move every now and again, as people need to have friends, but you cannot remain long enough for your friends to notice you never seem to age.

The sex remains very good, and it seems like a very pleasant side effect of the changes the new version of the disease had on you was a ravenous appetite for sex.

It just never seemed to be enough, your bodies called to each other. You and Kira continued to need each other sexually without it ever slowing down.

Then one day you heard of a new sickness that started in India. It spread quickly and was lethal, more lethal than the cum addiction disease seen so long ago.

It quickly spread to China, to Eastern and Western Europe, and to the Americas. It was bad, it was really bad.

Nations pointer fingers at each other as millions died, and a few wars began, as accusations flew on who was at fault.

Thankfully the world had become free of nuclear weapons, so these wars were conventional, but they were costly and fought bitterly.

When the new sickness, called the new plague, finally stabilized, billions had perished. The world had been in an advanced state, with technology solving many problems, but much of that was lost.

Amid wars, riots, famine, and many other troubles, the global fiberoptic interconnections were cut. Data centers were burned and looted, the cloud, as it had been known, was lost.

The connections had been cut, the hardware had been damaged, and many of the people who would have tended to it had been lost in the massive loss of life.

You had moved your assets which were offshore back into your possession, and moved as much as you could into assets that might better retain value. Property, art, collector's items, and the like. Also you had diamonds, precious metals, and anything else you thought might hold value.

You had operated a small farm for years, and you expanded it.

While the town you lived in had people die from the new sickness, you and Kira remained healthy and kept your distance.

You followed your descendants as much as you could, those you knew of at least, and the direct ancestors of your children with Kira were still alive. Your direct ancestors of children you had with women as a part of treatment, the politically important, were also still alive.

The children you have to the Royal family survived, and Princess Kate’s son with you ends up being the King in England, although it was just a symbolic title at that point.

The UK had long since removed all but the most formal of royal duties, but has clung to having a royal line. It had seemed to have a calming influence on the British people.

But there were not as many of your offspring as you would have thought who you could find who were still around.

The sex with Kira continued, but it was not a romantic time, too much was going on in the world, it was a physical need you and your daughter were meeting.

After sex one night, Kira laid beside you crying, as you tried to console her, she asked "What will happen when we are the only two left? What if everyone else dies dad?"

You consider this, and not doe the first time. The world's population is down to seven billion, from twelve billion, and it is still shrinking. As the technological advancements in power and food production falter, and as wars rage, the plague might not be the biggest problem the world has.

Kira missed the three kids born to her. She had seen her two daughters and her son die and had seen most of their grandchildren die. "Why did they die but we keep living? Why did they get some of what we have but not all?"

You kiss your daughter on the forehead and hold her. Your daughter, your wife, your soul mate, the love of your life.

The two of you had pursued many things in the last hundred years, learning to play instruments, learning languages, learning how to farm, to produce high-quality wine, learning how to build and operate solar power and your own water wells.

Maybe now it was time to get back to medicine and find out why your kids did not receive your resistance to aging.

It might be time to have kids again. Kira would understand, she was not the impressionable young woman you were with when you first became sexually active with her, she was as wise in the ways of the world as you are at this point.

You just hoped you could figure something out, people needed hope, and given that you might just be immortal, that was a long time to live without hope.