the table introduced herself as Susan Reardon, late of Bellevue, Washington. “What do you think of our little space adventure so far?” she asked me.
“If I had known the cooking was this good, I would have found some way to sign up years ago,” I said. “Who knew army food would be like this.”
“I don’t think we’re in the army quite yet,” Thomas said, around a mouthful of Belgian waffle. “I think this is sort of the Colony Defense Forces waiting room, if you know what I mean. Real army food is going to be a lot more spare. Not to mention I doubt we’ll be prancing around in sneakers like we are right now.”
“You think they’re easing us into things, then,” I said.
“I do,” Thomas said. “Look, there are a thousand complete strangers on this ship, all of whom are now without home, family, or profession. That’s a hell of a mental shock. The least they can do is give us a fabulous meal to take our minds off it all.”
“John!” Harry had spied me from the line. I waved him over. He and another man came, bearing trays.
“This is my roommate, Alan Rosenthal,” he said, by way of introduction.
“Formerly known as Sleeping Beauty,” I said.
“About half of that description is right,” Alan said. “I am in fact devastatingly beautiful.” I introduced Harry and Alan to Susan and Thomas.
“Tsk, tsk,” Thomas said, examining their trays. “Two more plaque attacks waiting to happen.”
“Better throw Tom a couple bacon strips, Harry,” I said. “Otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.”
“I resent the implication that I can be bought off with food,” Thomas said.
“It wasn’t implied,” Susan said. “It was pretty much boldly stated.”
“Well, I know your roommate lottery turned out badly,” Harry said to me, handing over two bacon strips to Thomas, who accepted them gravely, “but mine turned out all right. Alan here is a theoretical physicist. Smart as a whip.”
“And devastatingly beautiful,” Susan piped in.
“Thanks for remembering that detail,” Alan said.
“This looks like a table of reasonably intelligent adults,” Harry said. “So what do you think we’re in for today?”
“I have a physical scheduled for 0800,” I said. “I think we all do.”
“Right,” Harry said. “But I’m asking what you all think that means . Do you think today is the day we start our rejuvenation therapies? Is today the day we begin to stop being old?”
“We don’t know that we stop being old, ” Thomas said. “We’ve all assumed that, because we think of soldiers as being young. But think about it. None of us has actually seen a Colonial soldier. We’ve assumed, and our assumptions could be way off.”
“What would the value of old soldiers be?” Alan asked. “If they’re going to put me in the field as is, I don’t know what good I’m going to be to anyone. I have a bad back. Walking from the beanstalk platform to the flight gate yesterday just about killed me. I can’t imagine marching twenty miles with a pack and a firearm.”
“I think we’re due for some repairs, obviously,” Thomas said. “But that’s not the same as being made ‘young’ again. I’m a doctor, and I know a little bit about this. You can make the human body work better and achieve high function at any age, but each age has a certain baseline capability. The body at seventy-five is inherently less fast, less flexible and less easily repaired than at younger ages. It can still do some amazing things, of course. I don’t want to brag, but I’ll have you know that back on Earth I regularly ran ten K races. I ran one less than a month ago. And I made better time than I would have when I was fifty-five.”
“What were you like when you were fifty-five?” I asked.
“Well, that’s the thing,” Thomas said. “I was a fat slob at fifty-five. It took a heart replacement to get me serious about taking care of myself. My point is that a high-functioning
“If I had known the cooking was this good, I would have found some way to sign up years ago,” I said. “Who knew army food would be like this.”
“I don’t think we’re in the army quite yet,” Thomas said, around a mouthful of Belgian waffle. “I think this is sort of the Colony Defense Forces waiting room, if you know what I mean. Real army food is going to be a lot more spare. Not to mention I doubt we’ll be prancing around in sneakers like we are right now.”
“You think they’re easing us into things, then,” I said.
“I do,” Thomas said. “Look, there are a thousand complete strangers on this ship, all of whom are now without home, family, or profession. That’s a hell of a mental shock. The least they can do is give us a fabulous meal to take our minds off it all.”
“John!” Harry had spied me from the line. I waved him over. He and another man came, bearing trays.
“This is my roommate, Alan Rosenthal,” he said, by way of introduction.
“Formerly known as Sleeping Beauty,” I said.
“About half of that description is right,” Alan said. “I am in fact devastatingly beautiful.” I introduced Harry and Alan to Susan and Thomas.
“Tsk, tsk,” Thomas said, examining their trays. “Two more plaque attacks waiting to happen.”
“Better throw Tom a couple bacon strips, Harry,” I said. “Otherwise we’ll never hear the end of this.”
“I resent the implication that I can be bought off with food,” Thomas said.
“It wasn’t implied,” Susan said. “It was pretty much boldly stated.”
“Well, I know your roommate lottery turned out badly,” Harry said to me, handing over two bacon strips to Thomas, who accepted them gravely, “but mine turned out all right. Alan here is a theoretical physicist. Smart as a whip.”
“And devastatingly beautiful,” Susan piped in.
“Thanks for remembering that detail,” Alan said.
“This looks like a table of reasonably intelligent adults,” Harry said. “So what do you think we’re in for today?”
“I have a physical scheduled for 0800,” I said. “I think we all do.”
“Right,” Harry said. “But I’m asking what you all think that means . Do you think today is the day we start our rejuvenation therapies? Is today the day we begin to stop being old?”
“We don’t know that we stop being old, ” Thomas said. “We’ve all assumed that, because we think of soldiers as being young. But think about it. None of us has actually seen a Colonial soldier. We’ve assumed, and our assumptions could be way off.”
“What would the value of old soldiers be?” Alan asked. “If they’re going to put me in the field as is, I don’t know what good I’m going to be to anyone. I have a bad back. Walking from the beanstalk platform to the flight gate yesterday just about killed me. I can’t imagine marching twenty miles with a pack and a firearm.”
“I think we’re due for some repairs, obviously,” Thomas said. “But that’s not the same as being made ‘young’ again. I’m a doctor, and I know a little bit about this. You can make the human body work better and achieve high function at any age, but each age has a certain baseline capability. The body at seventy-five is inherently less fast, less flexible and less easily repaired than at younger ages. It can still do some amazing things, of course. I don’t want to brag, but I’ll have you know that back on Earth I regularly ran ten K races. I ran one less than a month ago. And I made better time than I would have when I was fifty-five.”
“What were you like when you were fifty-five?” I asked.
“Well, that’s the thing,” Thomas said. “I was a fat slob at fifty-five. It took a heart replacement to get me serious about taking care of myself. My point is that a high-functioning
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