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It was another regular day. A boring day for John, perhaps

John leaned heavily on the wooden counter of a nondescript bar. He did not have to go to school at the moment, much to his pleasure. The building John was at was a bar, but the decorations that whoever designed the structure had implemented reminded John of a cafe. A cup of lemonade sat in front of John, keeping him company. A poster tube hung from his back, initially passing off as something harmless.

Man, he needed [i]something[/i] to do.

John was on the verge of sleeping. He leaned forward, eyes threatening to close. His senses blurred, blocking out the noise that was made by the bar-goers. It would be pointless to resist the sensation, as it welcomed John into what would be the realm of dreams and fantasies. His face threatened to collide with the counter...

...and it did, with a soft thud.

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John slipped away from the material plane, his consciousness slipping into the dark abyss of unwariness. 

Suddenly, a loud voice would erupt, thus preventing John's descent into the world of sweet daydreams and unhindered thoughts. He slowly rose in posture. The noise came from beside John, and his eyes began to face the source of all the blabbering. A robot wearing some sort of medieval helmet was talking to a muscled man wearing an eccentric hat. John had no idea what the hat was supposed to signify, or to even [i]be[/i]. Maybe a trophy the man had made out of killing a rare species of raccoon? John pondered to himself while maintaining his stoic expression.

"...immortal since if I get killed in this avatar body, I have a back up on my spaceship that I can wake up inside.  However, you can't do this without having your mind uploaded to a computer.  Now, you don't need to suck your brain out- thta is a myth, you just need to upload your mind which makes a copy mind that you can add to at your leisure, and just hook yourself up with a computer chip so that you are streaming your mind all the time.  If your body dies, your mind doesn't!  You just get transferred to a cybernetic body instead.  You can be whatever body you want- I prefer being a humanoid since I was a human before I was stored into a computer chip and just like being a humanoid, you know.  We all like being humanoids.  So you don't need to stop being a humanoid even once you fully become posthuman.  Don't you deserve better than your body?"

"Sounds like yer the one in a pickle here, fella. Seems right cowardly of ya, turnin' on yer own body like that."

[i]Great.[/i] Another advocate of trans-humanism.

[@Arawak] [@0Z]

[i]EDIT: John is wearing a scarf. Scarves are cool.[/i]