[ WP ] We have the technology to upload a persons mind into a clone . The clones only last 24 hours though . Your original body died long ago , and every day you have to swap out to a new body .

I just did n't want to die. That's how this started. 
 
 This has been going on for as long as I can remember. Every day I wake up, feeling refreshed. Feeling like a new man. Only for me, it's in true in a much more literal sense. 
 
 I decided today to look through my journals. Yesterday I realized I could n't remember my own mother's face anymore. I knew the process did n't do a perfect upload, but I did n't really think about it much until I realized how much I had forgotten. I ca n't even remember how long this has been going on. 
 
 Every night, I perform the upload and black out. In the morning, I wake up feeling totally restored. The previous body melts away. I do n't understand the technology exactly, but for some reason they ca n't get all the proteins and biological matter to stick together for more than a day. It's not a problem though. Almost all of it can be reclaimed by the machine and reused in future bodies. The ingredients just need to be topped off every once in a while to make sure there's enough salts and fluids and amino acids and whatever else. 
 
 The only other problem is that the mind upload is n't quite perfect. Every once in a while a stray neuron does n't get copied correctly and so I gradually lose my memory. I'm at the point now where I ca n't even remember my childhood or my parents. This has been my life for as long as I can remember. 
 
 It does n't bother me much though. And hey, living a forgetful life is better than no life at all. I do n't want to die, who does? Besides forgetting things frees up space in my mind. I leave myself notes every once in a while reminding me to watch movies I've forgotten about. 
 
 No movies today though. I want to go through some of my old journals. I wonder if the old me would approve of what he -- I have become. Are we even the same person anymore? There's nothing stopping me from starting up another clone early and having two of me walking around at the same time... After all the machine is a mind upload, not a mind relocator. 
 
 I try not to think about that idea. I have my routine set up so that there's only ever one, as soon as one body runs down I start up the next. That way I'm just hopping from one to the next. I do n't want to feel like I'm dying just to let someone else live my life the next day. 
 
 The dates on these journal entries go back over a hundred years. Has it really been that long? I guess my parents came from money so they could afford this experimental machine. The biological matter it needs to keep running is pretty cheap, so I guess it was a one time up front cost for them to keep their son alive forever. The journal entries for the old me seem so scared. I had some terminal illness it looks like. I ca n't even remember those days. It's like reading a story about someone else. He sounds so scared. He keeps writing `` I do n't want to die''. 
 
 I stop by the store to get some salt, some chicken for the protein, some purified water, some other vital ingredients. The machine is running low, it's time to top it off. Finally, at the end of the day I lay down in the pod so I can start the upload process and nod off to sleep. The nice thing about this machine is that as soon as the upload is complete, I immediately fall asleep so I can wake up rested the next morning. 
 
 Once I'm strapped in and I close the metal hatch the humming starts. Some probes spin around my head, scanning every single neuron and synapse buzzing though my skull. Any second now I'll be asleep. 
 
 But sleep does n't come. I've never had this happen before. The machine is supposed to put me to sleep so I can wake up tomorrow in my new body. If the machine is broken I'll die! I do n't want to die! Pounding on the pod walls does nothing. I need to get out so I can reset it! Did I mess something up when I topped off the materials? That's when I noticed the inside of the pod has some scratch marks. Along one of the welded metal seams I see a tiny white speck. It's a piece of broken fingernail. 
 
 It dawns on me. The machine does n't put me to sleep. The scan stops, so the last thing I remember each night is the end of the upload process. My body is deteriorating. Soon it will be the slurry of goop used to make the next iteration of me. 
 
 What an ironic fate. I tried so hard to live forever, but all I did was kill myself every day. I wondered how many times I'd had this exact though before melting away.
