Death of Immortality

Hi, I'm Eric Williams, 58 years old, okay 63, maybe a little older. I've been told by a super secret(black) organization that I have all the genetic markers I need for them to make me immortal. Can you say one million dollars? A likely story. They'll probably cut me up for body parts or something worse: actually make me immortal. How wonderful to out live everyone you care about, like endless reruns of Friends. Forget it. Can't say they didn't try though, sending a gorgeous, intelligent red head after me. Yeah, they had my file. Yup, it's the "They" we all worry about. So I ran: run run Eric Williams.