There's not much I can do about this extra life I've been given, especially knowing that they can just bring me back again from their archive...
In a way, the transhumans in the United Republics of Earth sort of got their revenge on me by extending my life using their damned technology.
Some people would be glad for another chance to get things right, but I had my time in the sun.
Uma tells me I died a hero my first time around, that I helped end the war.
I guess I'll have to take her word for it, since they didn't let me remember how that went down.
I remember a childhood in São Paulo, a life spent designing tek gear and munitions for the feds, but I'm not really that guy anymore, am I?
If my engram is cloned again to colonize some alien world in the far future, that Santiago wouldn't remember this version of me either.
Maybe he'd be better off that way.