The Terminal ManThe Terminal Man
by Philip Turner

Immortality is the young man's game. Life seems to go on forever in an unbroken stream that ends in the far future - certainly too far away to be of any concern. And then, one day, along comes the realization that the far future might not be all that far away after all.
    How should a rational, methodical man face up to that grim prospect? With resignation? With acceptance? With hope? Or should he choose to confront the possibility of impending extinction head on and take extraordinary steps to cram as much as possible into whatever time is left, knowing that no matter how much trouble it gets him into, he might not have to live long with the consequences?
    This is how one man dealt with his personal version of the problem of uncertainty, and his solution to it.
    Robert Helm opted for a wild ride which took him from England to Greece, Austria, Switzerland, Liechtenstein and Italy. He moved among men worth millions, and even billions, and he staked his life for so many thousands of dollars that the numbers began to lose all meaning.
    Helm became involved in games, some with a deadly purpose, and international conspiracies, one of which was aimed at saving the world with an act of monumental destruction. His initial object was to raise enough money to enjoy himself in case the news from his doctor was grave; in a literal sense. He soon found that he had no guarantee of staying alive to spend his earnings; unless he got really creative.

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The author asserts his moral right of identification.

Vive memor leti.

The entry in my diary on the day after I got my letter from the Blood Transfusion Service contains a joke: 'The time to worry about anaemia is when you cut your finger and it bleeds clear.' That was the first letter. A couple of weeks later, I heard from my doctor that I was seriously short of haemoglobin.
   I got the diagnosis six weeks later - one week after I started this book. In my case, the terminal condition was easily containable if not yet curable. Which just goes to show – if the Gods have got it in for you, there's not a lot you can do about it!

     – The Author.

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