“It’s your birthday Harold, happy 65th!” said his wife, Alicia, who was 58 years old.

“Thank you, dear, but …”

“But what, honey?”

“I have some terrible news, Alicia. I can’t afford it.”

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“Oh no. You can’t afford your transplant? I’ll be alone for seven years.” She sobbed.

“Yes, I’m afraid I tried to gamble my credits for the better transplant and lost them all.”

“Oh Harold, I dreamed of us both getting transplants, looking 20, starting a new life.”

“I know, dear, I’ll upload to The Grid. We’ll be forever young when we meet again.”

She nodded and smiled.