Peter, Will, and Dylan shouted excitedly at the television screen, their faces flushed red.
Although the three of them were notorious slackers, their moral compasses were relatively normal; they naturally wanted their civilization to grow stronger. Especially when they recalled the stories of the medical teams sacrificing themselves to fight the Martian virus, they felt a profound surge of emotion.
The broadcast continued: "A new batch of the longevity serum will be distributed to major medical centers after the New Year's holiday. All costs will be covered by the Federation. Registration will begin shortly after the celebrations..."
Hearing the news, Peter clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding with excitement.
It wasn't just because his own lifespan would be extended; he was only twenty-seven years old, a long way from old age and death. He had barely even thought about his own mortality.
