The End Specialist

by Drew Magary

What this cure guarantees is that you will never die a natural, peaceful death.

It’s like the people who died just as TV was being invented. That had to have been aggravating.

It’s not that people don’t want to die. It’s that they don’t want to grow old.

Studies of terra trolling are nonexistent, and laws against it are just now coming into shape. There’s no data for committed terra troll crimes as of yet.

Seems unlikely that there's no laws against sociopaths causing physical abuse to people

Well, how else can you react? Laughter helps to cover it all up for me. I don’t know how else to deal with the memory.

They literally can’t hurt you. It’s against their stupid religion.” “Hurting people is against every religion, but people do it anyway.

David as an infant, chewing on his own lower lip. I tried to gather all of it up, like a spilled drink racing to the edge of a table. I tried to paint their commemorative portraits in my mind, but I found their memories etched in sand, quickly wiped away.

The flu virus probably attacked Freddie’s body multiple times, only to be rebuffed by her immune system. But nature has an unlimited power to adapt to its environs to suit its needs—to sustain itself.

That was the blessing of the cure to me. It wasn’t about the wool or the food. It was that you never had to worry about love ending.”

She sighed. “I told you. I’m tired of men falling in love with me.” “I don’t give a shit.” I moved to her and began kissing her.

Oh ffs

“You’re very sneaky,” she said. I held nothing back. “I want to marry you. I want to marry you and be that child’s father. You don’t have to agree to it.

Oh jesus, this story and writing somehow actually going downhill