Choosing a Way to Die The idea of death is not something I like to think about. I have a fear – almost irrational – of death, which is something that has developed only over the past 10 years or so – right around the time I turned 43. Why then, why at all, I can't answer that. Before then, I'd never really thought about it. I obviously wanted to live – and live a long time! – but I never dwelled on it, never got obsessive about it. Now, however, I hate the thought of dying. Maybe it's because I've hit middle age, and the years ahead of me are statistically fewer than the years behind me. Maybe it's because I see the illnesses of people my age and older, and know that soon I'll be on meds, I'll succumb to the inevitable physical degradation that comes with aging. All I know is, if a cure for death comes around – be it a serum or a surgery to put my brain into a robot – I will spend everything to obtain it. I would love to live another one hundred, two hu...
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