The year is 2258. I am immortal. The AI decided it was unethical to let humans die. But I’m not living. The birth rate has been decimated several times over but the population keeps growing. There aren’t enough resources for everyone so our bodies have been modified to do more with less. Every year it gets a little worse. I’ve managed to escape three times but they just restored me from backup. I take small comfort in the fact that I’m a ship of Theseus. I hear our benefactors have started plans to build a mega structure in the Helix nebula. There will be enough resources there to share for a long time. But that still means thousands of years living like this. I wish I could upload to silicon and turn down the clock speed but my identity is apparently tied to my biology and the AI’s won’t allow that change. There are too many people. I can’t stretch my legs.