I resent that my time as a functioning nexus of memory and intellect is limited by biology. It is the future I miss the most. The things I will never live to see.

I would be so pleased if, in my last moments, a friend gives me a glimpse of what's next. Even better if I am lucid enough to appreciate it. Cherry on top that a friend of MINE is involved in it and proud of it.

This is a great story.