Come read about a vlog by a gal named Dee; 
Poor cryonicist, just another nobody. 
Then one day she managed to die; 
Woke a bit later and learned how to fly.
(Pilot, that is. Spaceships. Lunar landers.)

Next thing you know she's bought a new bod.
Upgraded it, paid for every last mod.
Thought L5 was the place she oughta go;
Bought herself a tug using all she could borrow.
(Debt, that is. Loans, credit cards.)

Well, now it's time to wave 'bye to Dee and her ship.
They're about to head out on a heckuva trip,
Heading out into the deepest dark black,
Aiming for a motherlode before she gets back.
(Vacuum cleaner, that's what they call 'er now.
Nice fur. Y'all come back now, ya hear?)

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However much life has changed, some things stay the same - taxes, bureaucrats, reputation, education, hobbies... and, of course, friends.

A month-long writing experiment, which hopefully didn't turn out completely terrible.