Making a new Methuselah

Making a new Methuselah

Caenorhabditis elegans • Image by Bob Goldstein, UNC Chapel Hill (CC BY-SA 3.0)

Originally published 10 January 1994

An Irish proverb describes life this way: “Twen­ty years a‑growing. Twen­ty years in bloom. Twen­ty years fad­ing. Twen­ty years a‑dying.”

The proverb is out of date. Mod­ern med­i­cine, diet, and life styles have made it more like this: Twen­ty years a‑growing. Forty years in bloom. Fif­teen years fad­ing. Five years a‑dying.

But hold on. The day may not be far off when we can say: Twen­ty years a‑growing. One-hun­dred-six­ty years in bloom. Fif­teen years fad­ing. Five years a‑dying.

This is not idle fan­ta­sy. Biol­o­gists might very well dis­cov­er how to delay senes­cence, the phys­i­cal decline that pre­cedes death.

In fact, for one lucky (or unlucky) worm, the dou­bled life­time is already here.

In a [1993] issue of the jour­nal Nature, a group of Cal­i­for­nia researchers announced a genet­ic muta­tion in the worm Caenorhab­di­tis ele­gans that results in extend­ed longevi­ty. The wor­m’s aver­age life­time increased from 18 days to 42 days.

These long-liv­ing worms aren’t sit­ting out a pro­longed old age in the ver­mic­u­lar equiv­a­lent of a rock­ing chair; they are active adult wrigglers.

Hav­ing fun. Pro­duc­ing offspring.

To the sur­prise of many biol­o­gists, a sin­gle gene trig­gers the changes lead­ing to longevi­ty. The gene is called DAF‑2.

Mind you, C. ele­gans is a sim­ple beast with a rel­a­tive­ly small num­ber of genes, and draw­ing con­clu­sions about a genet­ic basis of human senes­cence is wild­ly risky. Nev­er­the­less, the daffy-gened worm is a pio­neer of our bio­engi­neered future, a new Methuse­lah push­ing the fron­tiers of life-extend­ing science.

C. ele­gans is a soil-liv­ing, bac­te­ria-graz­ing nema­tode, a wee round-bod­ied thing about a mil­lime­ter long, relat­ed to famil­iar human par­a­sites like pin­worm, hook­worm, and intesti­nal round­worm. It has a front end and a back end, a mouth, a gut, and an anus. And her­maph­ro­dit­ic sex organs; that is, sin­gle indi­vid­u­als pro­duce both eggs and sperm. They don’t do much but wig­gle, eat, and repro­duce. Now, some of them have twice as much time to do it.

Mutat­ed worms pro­duce slight­ly few­er off­spring than nor­mal worms. One the­o­ry of aging pos­tu­lates that the ener­gy costs of repro­duc­tion short­en lifes­pan, and the Cal­i­for­nia researchers won­dered if the slight decrease in the brood size of mutat­ed worms accounts for their longevi­ty. To find out, they zapped the gonads of unmu­tat­ed worms with a laser, putting an end to their fer­til­i­ty. These infer­tile worms lived no longer than usu­al. Appar­ent­ly, fecun­di­ty has no effect upon how long a worm survives.

Con­clu­sion: The mutat­ed gene does indeed act as an on-off switch for post­pon­ing old age.

This is not the first time biol­o­gists have arti­fi­cial­ly extend­ed the aver­age lifes­pan of an ani­mal. Sev­er­al years ago, fruit flies were selec­tive­ly bred to have lifes­pans rough­ly a third longer than nor­mal, pro­vid­ing the first con­fir­ma­tion that senes­cence has genet­ic con­trols. Now, C. ele­gans sets a record in the longevi­ty sweepstakes.

It is prob­a­bly wrong to con­clude from these exper­i­ments that there are such things as aging genes; that is, genes whose sole pur­pose is to cause senes­cence and death. Most biol­o­gists believe that aging hap­pens because of accu­mu­lat­ed dam­age and fail­ure of the body’s cells. Cer­tain genes may affect the rate at which dam­age occurs, or the rate at which the body can repair the dam­age, but their real pur­pose is almost cer­tain­ly some­thing else altogether.

Nev­er­the­less, it may not be too ear­ly to start con­sid­er­ing the ram­i­fi­ca­tions of extend­ed — per­haps even dou­bled — human lifes­pans. What at first blush might appear attrac­tive becomes sober­ing upon reflection.

Con­sid­er, for exam­ple, buy­ing hol­i­day gifts for an expo­nen­tial­ly-cas­cad­ing mob of chil­dren, grand­chil­dren, great-grand­chil­dren, great-great-grand­chil­dren, and great-great-great-grandchildren.

Think of the num­ber of greet­ing cards to be bought, signed, licked, stamped and mailed to a bur­geon­ing stream of progeny.

Think of the mid-life trau­ma of a one-hun­dredth birth­day. Or worse, a one-hun­dred-and-fifti­eth birthday.

Think of the kids say­ing, “Nev­er trust any­one over a hundred.”

Think of the per­son­al ads: “DWM, 130+, looks decades younger, seeks slim WF 20 – 30 for fun rela­tion­ship, per­haps more.”

Or: “SBF, a spright­ly 35, seeks mature, suc­cess­ful part­ner, 40 – 140.”

Think of hav­ing to lis­ten to music that was writ­ten 175 years after you were born.

Think of…Oh, nev­er mind. Be glad you’re not a worm. For C. ele­gans, the future is here.

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