22 min.
We Don’t Do Faux
“你好, Fu 先生. Welcome back,” Libby said, firmly shaking her customer’s hand.
“Libby 小姐,” Mr. Fu replied crisply, taking a seat in Libby’s brightly lit, pastel-colored office. Two bald, grim-faced men wearing mirrored sunglasses tookup positions by the doorway on either side, hands clasped behind their backs.
With his full head of jet-black hair and tan, elastic skin, the octogenarian Mr. Fu looked half his stated age, the culmination of a decades-long regimen of nanotech, genetic editing, and other routine medical maintenance made affordable by his enormous bank account. Coupled with an excellent diet and a vigorous, healthy lifestyle, the tuxedoed entrepreneur was the poster child for Phoenix Rejuvenative Sciences Center, Libby’s employer.
“Mr. Fu, please confirm that you’re here for cerebral regenerative nanotherapy,” Libby said.
“是.” Mr. Fu smiled. “It’stime.”
“Confirmed.” Libby examined her…