One of my few regrets in life might just be that I won't be able to sit by Xant's bedside as he dies a senile old fool (if he can even last that long off unemployment checks, err, sorry... "UBI"). I'd love to hear him crying out "quick, plug me into the computer, upload my consciousness to the internet!" completely unaware that not all that much has actually changed in the last 50 years, and such things are still little more than fantasy. Alas, I'd never stoop so low as to fly over to whatever third world country he's living in just to be his only company as he passes.