Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for—I died! Now I can custom-design my new body for my cloud-backed-up consciousness. Which is sweet—I never loved my height, my chin was too soft, everyone knew I was dyeing my hair, and workouts were exhausting. Now I’ll have exactly the huge biceps I always wanted—although perhaps toned and slim is better? But I’ll obviously be extremely well endowed down there. Unless maybe I should flip it, get well endowed up there, see how I fare as a woman. Or try both? When you can be anything you want, it’s so hard to decide.