“Mark and Lucy 16, you need to prepare for your rebirth,” said their cyborg caretaker.


    The brother and sister twins rejoiced with their last celebratory feast.


    “So, what’s your plan, Mark?” asked Lucy.


    “What do you mean? We’re reborn tomorrow.”


    “Well, duh! I mean, what do you plan to do after that?”


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    “Oh, I see.” Mark displayed a holographic projection of the cosmos and pointed at a remote, unexplored region. “I want to travel there.”


    “Wow! That’s daring. That might take you tens of thousands of years!”


    “Yes, of course, but I’m prepared for that. After all, Earth is only an incubator for our human consciousness. But, you know what they say, rebirth means forever.”


    “But Mark, don’t you think you’ll miss them?”


    “Miss who?”


    “Not who, silly. Your senses. Like the scent of a flower, the fluffiness of a pillow, or this yummy food.”


    “Perhaps I will, Lucy, but don’t forget about pain, sickness, and hunger. I can live without those.”