"Are you ready?"

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

"Oh, you'll still be yourself."

"Is that a promise?"

"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!"