[ WP ] Respawn technology exists . You are beta testing it . Each time you come back to life you are a little different than your previous self .

`` Corner-Cutting'' 
 
 I was worried about the efficiency of the engram compression, or the integrity of my telomeres. I did n't want my cells to age super-fast, or my mind to gradually decay into noise data. But those were n't the issue. What I should have paid attention to was resolution. 
 
 It started on the fifth `` respawn''. Everything had been going fine up to then - incurable disease, radiation burns, blunt force trauma, blood loss. Horribly dead, safely alive, rinse, repeat. Then I noticed something odd. 
 
 It was n't immediately noticeable. It might have been happening in previous lives, in even less conspicuous ways, but I found it on my nose. 
 
 A voxel. 
 
 It was disconcerting, but not terribly so. A little extra skin and an odd right-angle was n't something to make me question my latest biological vehicle, but I did wonder what would happen if it had happened in, say, my eye. 
 
 A bullet through the head and I was back in the machine. After the standard checks, I tried to find a superficial voxel somewhere. This time it was a whole cube of extra skin on my upper arm, a few millimeters across. Now I started wondering if voxels could go missing instead of being added - and I started wondering if they could be missing internally. 
 
 The tests continued. This time I was dropped unceremoniously into a small vat of fluoroantimonic acid - I barely had time to register pain before I chemically ceased to exist. 
 
 When I woke up, voxels were the first thing I checked for. Nothing on my face, or my arms... But on my side there was a large raised spot, with right-angled edges. But there was little time to worry about my volumetric resolution - the next test was explosive. 
 
 Alive again, I looked for voxellation. To my growing concern, it was spreading. Like square tumors, the voxels showed up in patches on my arms, legs, and torso. I hoped they would n't reach my... Higher-resolution areas. 
 
 After the decompression test, the voxels were in all sorts of places. I started to feel like a combination of human and LEGO. They were n't impeding me in any way, but it was bizarre having irregular rectangular growths all over. They were pretty obvious from even a glance, but the tests continued. 
 
 Death by rapid incineration. 
 
 Voxels on my shins. 
 
 Death by a laser through the heart. 
 
 Voxels on my back. 
 
 Death by electrocution. 
 
 Voxels on my shoulders. 
 
 I was still functioning perfectly - the voxels did n't seem to be happening to anything inside me. After a while I got used to them - I formed a habit of checking where my voxel patches had randomly generated with each `` respawn''. 
 
 Eventually it had to happen. I awoke and found it mechanically difficult to extricate myself from the machine. A cursory examination revealed that my entire exterior surface was voxellated to a resolution of three millimeters. 
 
 There was a fuss, and argument, and huddled discussion. Eventually someone noticed me standing around being extraordinarily Cartesian and told me to get back into the machine. 
 
 It was just like dying - at least, like the particularly quick deaths. When I woke up, I had my contours back - you could say my resolution was molecular. It was refreshing not to have to worry about being compared to an old videogame. 
 
 I did notice I weighed rather less than I seemed to remember - but I decided not to worry about it.
