Of all the irksome, frustrating, maddening discoveries—was there no way of keeping it discovered?
ne, and the door was locked behind him.
He was in a large, well-furnished apartment. There were perhaps twenty people in the room, and they came forward to meet him.
One of them, a stocky, bearded man, was an old college acquaintance of Dennison's.
"That's right," Ferris said. "Welcome to the Immortality Club, Dennison."
"I read you were killed in an air crash last year."
"I merely--disappeared," Ferris said, with a rueful smile, "after inventing the immortality serum. Just like the others."
"All of them?"
"Fifteen of the men here invented the serum independently. The rest are successful inventors in other fields. Our oldest member is Doctor Li, a serum discoverer, who disappeared from San Francisco in 1911. You are our latest acquisition. Our clubhouse is probably the most carefully guarded place on Earth."
* * * * *
Dennison said, "Nineteen-eleven!" Despair flooded him and he sat down heavily in a chair. "Then there's no pos
Not much better than a 9th grade short story. Skip it.
The inventor of an immortality serum is chased down by mysterious undertakers who want his serum.
Just an okay story, with one real character (the inventor) a wishful-thinking plot, and a weak ending.
The author of this work is not Robert Sheckley; it is Ned Lang. Not a bad short story; I liked the Undertakers chasing him but the ending was a bit weak.
Good idea, well executed but with a disappointing and too quick finale. Worth reading as it's very short.