Greg Smith watched a sunset while sitting on a bench overlooking seaside cliffs.


    “What happened?”


    “Greg, I’m Dr. Seltzer. You’ve been resurrected with nanites. Your wife contracted our services.”


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    “This is my favorite place, but ...”


    “But what, Greg?”


    “There’s nothing. Absolutely nothing.”


    “What do you mean, Greg?”


    “No light. No angels. No afterlife. Pure nothingness. Complete darkness.”


    “Of course, Greg. That’s why we set out to conquer death. A pitiful waste of existence.”


    “It’s not that, though …”


    “What’s wrong, Greg?”


    “I never want to die again. It’s dreadful. All that matters is now. There’s no hope. No future.”