Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 453

"Human desire is bottomless, like a black hole, devouring everything in its path..." Damian gazed out the car window, speaking again. "Some folks argue that humans aren't native to Earth but prisoners trapped here, doomed to a cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death."

"Do you actually buy into these fairy tales, Dr. Damian?" I scoffed.

"Fairy tales? The end of science is theology because anything that can't be explained by science can be explained by theology," Damian retorted with a smirk. "Take immortality, for instance. It seems impossible, right? But is it really?"

"Could the ancients imagine that one day, the average human lifespan would extend to 73 years? Advances in medical technology have nearly doubled our lifespans, leading to an aging society with its own set of burdens."

I frowned, absorbing Damian's words.

"The flip side of medical progress is an aging population, a declining birth rate, and the elite focusing on the 'quality' of their offspring: higher intelligence, superior physical strength, innate immunity to various diseases. A man-made 'evolutionary' advantage over the average Joe..." Damian chuckled.

Because this is what modern science and healthcare can achieve.

"Ever wonder why the wealthy can live so long? Ny, even a hundred years old, and still bursting with vitality. Do you really think it's just good genes? It's because they have access to things the average person can't even dream of... be it drugs or other exotic treatments."

darkness beyond

on money

'rebirth' in Foebe's body - a ludicrous notion

chill ran down my spine as I grasped

more tycoons betting on this notion, with the Gene-Forge Collective's backers using 'me' as a guinea pig to attract more investment. Continuing

Achieving the so-called 'immortality'.

sins and violations of nature and human decency

is divided into classes. Fairness? It's just a word." Damian laughed, a hint of madness in his voice. "Whether you're Phoebe or not...

a deep meaning in Damian's words. He wanted me to

to prove you're not Phoebe... I'm trying to save your life." Damian spoke again. "Here we

frowned as I stepped out of the

that was the epitome of Western dread:

His father-in-law's psychiatric hospital.

with sins." Damian looked at the psychiatric

"Caleb, you're