Albertine
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In the near-future, those who can afford it will be genetically engineered to age slower and live longer, to have many lives within one life.
Now the privileged and galvanic Albertine is at yet another crossroads in her seemingly endless time on Earth, having met one more person with whom she has fallen passionately and heedlessly in love.
Albertine's friend is her medician, "half-doctor, half-magician," who administers her longevity treatments and narrates the story. Albertine will beg him to stop the pain of loving so many. Meanwhile, the government decides to take drastic measures to pare the vast amounts of rich people who keep existing, gobbling resources.
Albertine is a story about how technology might alter how we live and die, have sex, kill, earn, achieve, parent, and grow up. It's also a timeless novella about the transitions all lovers make and—if they're lucky—survive.
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Albertine - Laurence Klavan
ALBERTINE
Laurence Klavan
Contents
Title Page
1.
2.
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Copyright
1.
This wasn’t our scheduled appointment. Albertine had mysteriously come on short notice. Why?
Her life was changing into another life. I could feel it. Could she? Was that why Albertine had come? Her life was so long that this shift might have been subtle, like a scratchy throat or a sudden, blustery, snot-spraying sneeze that made you say: Hey! Am I getting a cold? Is that what’s going on? It might have upset Albertine, made her feel like she was losing things she would miss. Given how lengthy her life was, she had had these things—marriage, family, job—for so much longer than anybody used to have them that her feeling of loss was irrational, even entitled. Still, it was helpless, human. Had she come to be diagnosed and consoled? Albertine hadn’t said anything. I’d simply felt it, as I now felt her lymph nodes.
Is anything wrong?
she asked.
I gently pressed the sides of her throat. No. Don’t worry. Nothing physical.
That was unlikely, of course, given the battery of other treatments Albertine had received in vitro to prevent diseases to which she was genetically prone. Weirdly, she was still a hypochondriac; it was her nature, no matter what. (Interesting, right?)
That’s a relief,
she said.
Since she’d realized that I’d intuited something, I decided to admit it. There was nothing of which to be ashamed, after all.
It’s just that, well…Maybe you know what I’m going to say?
I held her wrist, the only physical contact I had ever had with her, despite the many years—the decades and decades and decades—I had treated her. Besides the probing and inspections that were parts of our check-ups, I’d never so much as kissed her on the cheek. The touch did the trick. Albertine folded her fingers onto the back of my clasping hand and we sat there, attached, for a few seconds.
Yes,
she said, staring right in my eyes as she so often did. I know.
So, I’m right?
Albertine shrugged, too shy to say. Her insecurity also remained, despite the slowness of her aging and the far distance of her death. You would have thought the speed of one and the proximity of the other would have been necessary to provoke neuroses. They weren’t.
Yes,
she said. You’re right.
As her confession grew more intimate, Albertine became more clothed, buttoning the blouse and stepping into the skirt she had removed for the exam. She followed me into my office and continued to explain, sitting opposite my desk, in a reversal of our usual post check-up conversations. This was when I would have said, Keep doing what you’re doing
or weigh yourself before you go.
I’m in love,
she said.
I thought so. When it came to love, Albertine was intense, even grave. Living so long, she had had time to be all things, yet this core of her remained. When she loved a person, she let other things slip, was so busy loving him or her, she’d let the house burn down, i.e.. If you were the object of her love, you felt as if you had never been loved before: The minute she moved on, you were uncovered and exposed, stranded in the crater created in her wake. No, her attention was like a spotlight, that’s how strong and shifting, illuminating you when it landed, blinding you when it left. It was hard to explain if you hadn’t experienced it—though, if she kept on existing, maybe one day everyone would commiserate and compare notes about being loved and left by Albertine.
What’s the person’s name?
I asked.
Well, I was just about to tell Rudolph and Penn.
Rudolph and Penn were her husband and son. If she were considering the impact on them, it was already serious. Yet what could I say? Be careful
? Look before you leap?
Do the right thing
? Albertine already knew to do all that.
Who else would tell her? I wasn’t just Albertine’s friend, witness-bearer, and secret scribe, this book (my first!) the evidence. I was her medician or longevity specialist, half-doctor, half-magician,
a title which started as a joke, then stuck. I administered the treatments to make her and others age so slowly, after having been treated with them myself, of course. The four genes involved were like a family to me, that’s how close they felt. They converted cells back to an embryonic state, made everything always begin again, changed cells to an Induced Pluripotent Stem Cell, an IPSC. Once only scientists had used this acronym; now the letters were as commonplace as IRS, FBI, or IBS still were. New treatments would one day better this one; the possibilities were always multiplying, like our lives. After your initial treatments, bolstering creams and injections were administered twice a week by professionals in storefront clinics and malls. Then, every quarter, you got an official touch-up from a hack and a quack like me.
You know I’ll keep your secret,
I teased. I have to charge a fee, for the late appointment. Why not get your money’s worth?
For Albertine and her ilk, price was no problem. She sold real estate, her emphatic focus on other people ideal for convincing them to rent or buy. And, with so many rich people living so long, there were always more customers, even if there were fewer places to be leased or sold. Our town of Mossy Bend was called a supurb, meant only for the best and longest-lived. Once upon a time, it had been sprawling farmland and Indian country; then it had been mocked for putting gated communities on its open space. Yet those monstrosities must have been better than the stone and steel buildings now obscuring our landscape, so many and so matching that they looked like prison cells placed atop and beside each other, every tiny house and massive apartment complex erasing what green or brown segments of the natural world remained.
In fact, the homes were so close together that their front and backyards were often shared and the co-owners’ times on them staggered. Given our disintegrating climate, some of the domiciles were set upon meticulously designed stilts raised or lowered according to the ferocity of the rainfall and the severity of the floods. Tunnels had been constructed to connect to downtown office buildings, restaurants, and gyms, people often working, eating, and exercising out
while shopping, movie-watching and engaging in sexual tourism from home. The population kept increasing as privileged people remained healthy, youthful, and on Earth. So, Albertine had amassed a small fortune providing them with shelter, heat, and light.
It started at an open house,
she said, meaning the change, the sort-of sore throat or sneeze that signaled one of her existences was ending and another about to begin. Her pause also suggested what I knew: