Post by account_disabled on Dec 20, 2023 3:07:58 GMT -6
His breath condensed into small clouds in the freezing room where he lived. She was dressed warmly, even though it was just autumn, but in that sort of cold room she had created the temperature continued to drop, day after day. He had long since disconnected the radiators, which would have ruined the polar environment that he had built in the house with dedication and time. He had transformed the small apartment by closing some rooms, which were no longer necessary for him to live.
The large hall had become the only room in which he spent his long days. He no longer ate hot meals and for physiological needs he had bought a small chemical bath. He was amazed at how little space a Telegram Number Data human being actually needed to live. In this way he had eliminated every useless and distracting element from his life. The large air conditioners that he had installed kept the temperature of the room low, also ensuring an exchange of air, and every window and door had been carefully sealed. He felt satisfied. He could look to the future now. While the rest of humanity would shrivel and age under the heat of the sun, his skin would remain forever young.
Because that was his most maniacal desire. That of eternal youth. On a daily basis, the air conditioners dropped the temperature by about a third of a degree. He would slowly get used to the sharper cold. He had been locked in the house for two months now and the temperature was just four degrees. He would keep his body at the age of thirty. Youth. A word that haunted him. One hundred days later the room had exceeded thirty degrees below zero. The man was huddled in a corner, wrapped in blankets, trembling, no longer having the strength to move. He wasn't eating anymore. He barely had the strength to look at himself in the mirror. How young he was, he thought. And, smiling, he died.
The large hall had become the only room in which he spent his long days. He no longer ate hot meals and for physiological needs he had bought a small chemical bath. He was amazed at how little space a Telegram Number Data human being actually needed to live. In this way he had eliminated every useless and distracting element from his life. The large air conditioners that he had installed kept the temperature of the room low, also ensuring an exchange of air, and every window and door had been carefully sealed. He felt satisfied. He could look to the future now. While the rest of humanity would shrivel and age under the heat of the sun, his skin would remain forever young.
Because that was his most maniacal desire. That of eternal youth. On a daily basis, the air conditioners dropped the temperature by about a third of a degree. He would slowly get used to the sharper cold. He had been locked in the house for two months now and the temperature was just four degrees. He would keep his body at the age of thirty. Youth. A word that haunted him. One hundred days later the room had exceeded thirty degrees below zero. The man was huddled in a corner, wrapped in blankets, trembling, no longer having the strength to move. He wasn't eating anymore. He barely had the strength to look at himself in the mirror. How young he was, he thought. And, smiling, he died.