If being alive is the only thing I have going for me...I suppose I have no choice but to take it. It seems even death is a fickle thing, and is not as absolute as I had thought. Of all the foolish talk I've heard of 'afterlife', this is never something I had heard of.
I had not planned on needing an identity after death. It would appear that I was mistaken, and regardless of who is here and who is not, I will not be to referred to as that. I will not claim something to be mine that I have since given away.
I am clearly not alone here, although I have yet to see any human activity. Moving north on Lander Boulevard.