I don’t regret getting the brain replacement—it’s given me a new lease on life. But they promised I wouldn't have any hints of the previous, anonymous brain owner's personality or memories...I'm afraid they oversimplified things. Every minute, I remember bits and pieces: Summer afternoons playing kickball in the abandoned field behind the church. Affairs, some good, many bad. The pain of hurting my wife, the relief of addiction, the agony of withdrawal, the sweet return to my comfort. Wanting to live, until I was done with it. This brain simply doesn’t match my will. Time to get it out.