Elias Nova stood at the precipice of an irreversible decision. The world outside his window had begun to blur into the insignificance of monotony. At seventy-five, with a lifetime of memories etched into his mind and body, he had grown weary of the slow erosion of time. The promise of death no longer felt like a gentle sleep but a looming void. That's when they approached him—offering immortality, not in flesh, but in code.