Douglas Rushkoff wrote a funny short story about sex in the future, called Inbox. It's about a 70-year-old in the year 2033 who, thanks to life extension and rejuvenation technology, looks 30. The story is presented through the main character's email inbox.
Date: March 3, 2033
From: Tally Stern
To: Mark Johnson
Subject: last tryOkay, so I Googled you last night even though I promised I wouldn't. But you haven't emailed in a week so I figured all bets were off.
Why didn't you just tell me you were 75? I mean, it's not like I'm looking for a serious relationship now, anyway. When you didn't know your way around campus I guessed you were an over-40, anyway. And I'm open-minded. I mean, my parents probably wouldn't want me going out with someone older than them. Or than their parents, probably. But they just don't get it. With nano, it's just a number, right?
I should've figured it out when I saw those White Stripes songs in your playlist. But lots of people my age listen to oldies, too. I mean, people really rocked back then, too. They had war and everything to think about.
Or is it me? Just write back, okay? Don't discriminate because of my age. You wouldn't have wanted me to fake it, would you? Besides, I've got to learn, somehow, don't I?
