Imagine a story set in a future of abundance, with flying cars and brain implants, yet people still casually die of smallpox. Or a tale of interstellar travel where characters don laser guns yet also call each other on wired telephones. When I read or watch stories taking place in high-tech futuristic societies with space travel and intelligent robots, and yet characters still age, it feels as if they could still catch smallpox. A cringe-inducing anachronism, like an astronaut on Mars listening to music from a cassette player. While aging is currently inevitable, advances in biomedical research and our understanding of aging processes point towards a future where we can design our own biology and define how long we live.