With all the genuine horror of Elon musk demanding technology that locks monkeys in neural agony, I take a perverse glee in knowing that one day he will die, and there's nothing he can do about it.
[Jumping up and down on my bed while pointing and laughing] You'll never transcend the divine machinery of the body! You'll never transcend the divine machinery of the body! The thing you consider your soul is inexorably instantiated in the meat and mud of your form and you'll never be truly free of it! Never! Never! Never!