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No Country for Old Men

        his cell phone clock synchronized to the second with a computer
        outside in the office. Then he stayed in the machine for an hour.
        Sure  enough,  when  he  emerged  the  clocks  were  different:
        everything outside the  QAD  had  passed  thirty-five minutes more
        than  he  had  inside  it.  He  was  like  the  traveling  twin.  Gravity,  as
        manifest  in  the  QAD’s  repeated  high-speed  starts  and  stops,  had
        slowed down Treadwell’s time relative to the non-vibrating world
        outside it. The idea of him not aging was absurd, he knew; but he
        could  do  something  equivalent:  he  could  make  the  rest  of  the
        planet, and everything on it, age faster! Over the course of the next
        two years, as well as staying late at the university, putatively to work
        on  his  doctoral  thesis,  he  bought,  stole  and  crafted  all  the
        components necessary to build his own QAD at home. By the time
        he was forced to leave his position because he hadn’t produced any
        documented  analysis  of  terahertz  oscillations,  his  own  unit  was
        complete. This time capsule in reverse was laid out horizontally, like
        a  large  coffin,  so  he  could  sleep  in  it.  He  also  treated  it  as  a
        meditation tank, spending an hour or two every day relaxing with
        headphones,  listening  to  music,  dramas  or  educational  material
        while his body imperceptibly went on trillions of round trips. Thus,
        after  five  years  had  passed  for  everything  and  everyone  else,
        Treadwell had aged only three. After ten years he grew a beard and
        dyed it grey to avoid suspicion.”
          “And there you have the premise. It feels like he shouldn’t get
        away with what is cheating, in various ways. But what would be the
        most interesting way to have it all unravel?”
          “You must admit, Fred,” began Cyril Kornfleck, “that the theme
        of tempting fate via some dicey process of rejuvenation has been
        around  for  thousands  of  years.  But,  as  you  say,  the  idea  of  only
        appearing to slow down aging by making everyone else age faster is
        innovative.  Treadwell  will  live  his  normal  span  of  years,  not  a
        minute longer. However, you did not address his motivation: why
        would he want to live, say, twice as long as everyone else? Maybe he
        could get compound interest on his money and be a rich old man.
        Maybe he thinks the  environment is going  to improve instead of



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