The Waiver

“Yes, Doctor, I’m ready. I can barely move without suffering.”

“To recap, Robert, we’ll discard your entire body after uploading your consciousness. It will look and function just like you—but you’re allowed certain customizations.”

“Oh, what kind, Doctor?”

“Well, for instance, you can appear 25 instead of 65.”

“That’s fantastic!”

“Indeed, Robert, I just need you, your spouse/partner, and next of kin to sign ‘The Waiver.’”

“The what?”

“It’s just a waiver stating in the event of, say, an EMP strike, or act of nature, that you won’t sue us over the loss of memory, identity, or catastrophic failure.”