The Doctors Plan

Dr. Frank rolled his wheelchair around his mansion, marvelling at the vast artworks and statues decorating the walls.

Continuing for the halls, he passed by several barren rooms.

He has done it though. Decades of research had gifted him prestige and wealth far beyond his peers. There was scarcely anything left in the world that he desired and not owned.

The downside is that, by the time he reached that level he was nearing his mid-seventies.

He spent his youth toiling away on researching, acquiring and perfecting nearly every field of science.

Archaeology, biomechanics, Sociology, he understood and perfected every science.

He had made his name known, but his legacy was still unsecured.

Upon his ****, his assets, research and property would be liquidated and shipped out to any distant relatives.

None of them would be willing to continue his research, eventually he would fade into obscurity and be lost to the times.

He had one option: find a successor. With someone to carry on his name, he would live forever.

But who? With no next of kin, he’d have to broaden his range of candidates. Ideally, he’d want to choose the perfect: subject, smart, handsome and determined, but that can be rectified.

So, he knew where to cast his net.

Universities, coffee shops, anywhere that beautiful, intelligent or driven people would be gathered.

After filling out his desired conditions, he hired several people to distribute the papers to their respective locations.

Right now, all Dr. Frank could do now was to wait.

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