"Are you ready?"

  "Yes, I think so. I'll sure miss being me."

  "Oh, you'll still be yourself."

  "Is that a promise?"

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  "Well, sort of … at least it's a brain transplant."

  "And what happens when my brain decays?"

  "That's figured out. For every cell that dies, it's replaced with a synthetic version."

  "I still don't get it …"

  "Didn't you attend the courses? You're supposed to pass …"

  "Oh, I know, I know … the mass biological extinction, so we must evolve."

  "Exactly! Your synthetic body will absorb all those polymers."

  "Sounds horrible! "

  "On the contrary, they're delicious!"