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I was dying, poisoned by my legs that had spread their poison slowly but surely upwards before they were amputated, too late. To think, Grandpa 'J' played Rugby for Scotland and thought it too dangerous a game so got me a motocross bike for my fourth birthday!
This was fantastic. This was not just pushing the boundaries of science. This was stepping right into Science Fiction: This was Science Fiction going mainstream. I eye-typed my first ever question from inside my new world to be read-and-heard by the outside real world:
"How are you?"It has taken me 27 years to fully transit from the physical world to an all embracing virtual one but still one where I could look back into the old world. Where I could still be part of the real world. Where I could, for the first time in 27 years turn my head even though it was weighing the better part of two ton.
I was 41 when I died on the Moon. I had an accident, cracking my weakened scull, allowing the escaping brain fluids and some brain matter to contaminate what may well have been the only other wet spot on the Moon. A salty frozen puddle that had most probably never seen sun, shielded in a shallow crater on the rim of the Northern Lunar pole. A Sci-Fi story with a twist. Some people go to the Dignitas Clinic in SwitzerlandI went to the Moon.It was not a suicide mission, It was a celebration to be me mission. It was as much a public relations exercise as a first in scientific exploration. Nobody understood that better than my Mom with her blog.
