You know, I might have that choice. And I've already made it. After all, I don't know what will happen if they can't remove my implants and wake me up again - but since cyrogenic sleep means my body won't age, there is a pretty good chance I could continue like this for the rest of eternity. And... no. Just... no. I made
mikegaribaldi promise me that he'll cut off life support if such a scenario comes true.
It's not that I want to die. I don't; I want to live. And right now, I do have a lot to live for. I found Al again, I found new friends, I'm even able to work with my telepathic abilities in a way I never could when I was on the run. The matrix
Varzil gave me is a strange, wonderful thing, and I can spend hours trying to explore it and its possibilities, linked with the others or alone. In some ways, I'd say I'm happy. But faced with the prospect of continuing as some bizarre kind of station ghost while everyone I care for dies, with no prospect of ever ending unless the station gets destroyed? No. I want to live, not just to exist, and life has its endings.