When you're transhuman,
you'll watch your body decay. Though you'll keep it for a while,
still embalmed it will fade, to become an image of the past.
You'll feel the electrical
signals pulsating through your head. Sometimes you'll try to remember
when you were mass. You'll walk down the halls of the Brain Room to
your brain freezer and remember. One day, you'll say, this was where
I really was. Somewhere in the twists and turns of this cerebral
cavern, inside this sponge, I lived. Perhaps I did not perceive it,
but now my head is light and hollow.
