Which body today? Short, tall, skinny, strong, white, brown, brunette, ginger, male, female… so many choices. Too much time in virtual bodies makes you forget your shape. I no longer know which synthetic body to call home. I wouldn’t call my original shape home either. That was all genetic, I had no choice in what I was. How could that be me? I am whatever I imagine myself as. I exist as a thought that can become a solid figure when I please. The god of my own existence, but not of the existence around me. The person I love, I love for solely their personality, their body doesn’t formally exist. My job can be whatever I decide it to be: an artist, a therapist, a service man. In the way the world is, it wouldn’t matter; my job would be done by a bot or by somebody else if I quit. I can die or come back to life whenever I decide. I could be anyone I want to be for as long as I wanted. I am everyone but I am also nobody.

No One — March 9th, 2156