Dear Rachael,

After so many years of CRISPR injections and exocortex enhancements, my doctors told me, I've reached the Entropic Stage of my life. My body can no longer keep up with the younger generation's upgrades.

Tomorrow I'm heading out to The Resort, where all of us retirees are going these days. You'll be happy to hear that the National Insurance Policy will cover 100% of my transfer.

I took a tour last week. It's a great place. There's so much for me to do while I'm there. They're many other retirees around to play plugged-in games, and I'll receive plenty of exercise. They've assured me that I'll also receive regular doses of nutrients and medication as needed.

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I've opted-in for a studio apartment for a very affordable additional cost. They've advised me it'll be an easy payment plan that I can take care of on-site.

All I must do is hook up for a few hours a day, sleep, so my enhancements will serve as part of a global participation network to make the extra rental payment.

It'll be great to feel useful again.

I did have to sign an NDA and agree to not look for, discuss, or disclose what my mind is doing, as I could be participating in private or competitive research and analysis.

So, in other words, don't pry, don't inquire, and don't even think about asking. Honestly, with this new lifestyle upgrade, I'll be okay with that.

I believe you'll agree with my decision once you come to visit me.

On your next day off, stop on by, and I'll show you around.

Love always,

Dad