So I am torn. This is my last chance to write something to you before they go ahead. It’s a sort of time capsule—a message from me as I am now to you, whom I will become. Or who will take up residence in my body, afterwards. There’s a certain amount of debate about that, which I have to say I find a little upsetting, because it isn’t the sort of thing that should be in doubt. So I feel a bit torn about the whole thing, and about you. I hope you understand.