TPR had previously campaigned vigorously against assisted dying, almost causing a riot outside when GG and his ex-wife J entered the clinic to seek its services.

It therefore came as a terrible shock to learn that TPR had switched sides. Worse still, he had booked an appointment for the pair of us, plus JH and KT, at a top-notch death facility. He tricked us into entering the dome by enthusing about all the data that had been collected about each of us over the course of our lives. I looked up and watched a series of infographics that whizzed by, able to make out that they displayed TPR’s impressive training statistics.

Then it struck me that all four of us really were all about to meet our maker. I tried to pull away from TPR, but his huge arm muscles trapped me against his body. I screamed as loud as I could ‘Let me out! I am far too young to die!’