The Salesman Who’s All Soul
Think ascending’s an easy sell? It is, and not just because my ascended self knew every button to press when persuading the hesitant.
But there were some who’d look a gift horse in the mouth and declare its teeth ‘too perfect’. “Ascending's Cobblers!” some insisted. (No sale.)
It’s my problem no longer. Not ascending’s downside is not being immortal: the last meat-based human has just popped her clogs and died with her boots on.
