Year 2147. Neon District, Warsaw.
Anna stood on the curb, clutching a leather bag containing her deeds, family jewelry, and glass music discs—her entire world in one bag. Rain lashed the asphalt, reflecting pink and silver neons. She took an autonomous taxi to a 24-hour notary office.
Inside, a gen-mod notary with a hollow smile processed her request. Anna laid out her belongings and touched the biometric reader. She renounced everything: her apartment and her family treasures. Then, she signed the final protocol. Before her eyes, Cyberlink officially deleted her consciousness backups and permanently blocked her access to immortality. She was now a "final being"—an original without a copy.
"Your digital profile has been terminated," the notary stated.
Anna left her coat and her old life behind. In the freezing rain, she headed to "The Seventh Neon." Inside, the heavy bass of Sebastian Biel’s "It’s My Life" (2025) thundered like a manifesto of freedom.
Then she saw him. Alex stepped out of a taxi, his graphene-titanium chassis and emerald lenses shimmering. He moved with mechanical perfection. He stopped and whispered her name. She threw herself into his arms, feeling the cold armor and the hum of his cooling system.
They danced to Biel's beat, then sat down over ginger tea. "I remember the wine on the tablecloth... and then nothing," Alex said. "What did I lose?"
She explained the accident, his death, and the backup that allowed his resurrection in this shell—funded by everything she owned.
"You have no Cyberlink?" Alex asked, alarmed. "No. They deleted my copies and blocked my access," she replied. "Then if you die... you are gone forever." She nodded. "I chose a life with no way back."
They ordered a transport drone, watching the sea of lights above Warsaw before landing at "Eclipse 2147." On a balcony overlooking the city, Alex looked at her. "I can endure for centuries in new bodies. But you have only one life."
She touched his metal arm. "Then we must make it beautiful. No backups. Only now."
"I’m afraid," Alex confessed. "In a hundred years, I will remember this night, but you will be gone. I won't know if my feelings are real or just looped data."
"Maybe this won't survive in a cloud," she whispered. "But right now, you are dancing with me."
Alex pressed her hand to his armor. "I promise: your 'now' is worth more than all my eternities."
Alex hid a deep sorrow. Anna was the final version of herself, her life hanging by a biological thread. Without a backup, he knew every shared moment could be their last.
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