“It’s your birthday Harold, happy 65th!” said his wife, Alicia, who was 58 years old.


    “Thank you, dear, but …”


    “But what, honey?”


    “I have some terrible news, Alicia. I can’t afford it.”


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    “Oh no. You can’t afford your transplant? I’ll be alone for seven years.” She sobbed.


    “Yes, I’m afraid I tried to gamble my credits for the better transplant and lost them all.”


    “Oh Harold, I dreamed of us both getting transplants, looking 20, starting a new life.”


    “I know, dear, I’ll upload to The Grid. We’ll be forever young when we meet again.”


    She nodded and smiled.