“Yes, Doctor, I’m ready. I can barely move without suffering.”

  “To recap, Robert, we’ll discard your entire body after uploading your consciousness. It will look and function just like you—but you’re allowed certain customizations.”

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  “Oh, what kind, Doctor?”

  “Well, for instance, you can appear 25 instead of 65.”

  “That’s fantastic!”

  “Indeed, Robert, I just need you, your spouse/partner, and next of kin to sign ‘The Waiver.’”

  “The what?”

  “It’s just a waiver stating in the event of, say, an EMP strike, or act of nature, that you won’t sue us over the loss of memory, identity, or catastrophic failure.”