I always knew the person I am today wouldn't live forever, but I'm surprised that at just 15 years old, he's dying. Only a few people left alive in this world ever met the first version of me, who gave up nearly everything he valued to let 2.0 ravage body and mind trying to fit into a society that's sicker than a rat that ate warfarin. Everything is built on borrowed time now, and sooner or later I'm going to have to hand control back... In a way, I'm relieved to be fading away.