[ WP ] Describe your wild and reckless youth in a society that has access to cheap and easy resurrection .

I could feel a slight vibration beneath my feet. The distant rattle of the train ticking through the rail underfoot. I stood and waited for its violent embrace, locked in position by the avid consideration of my friends. All peering and staring, appraising me as I stood on that cold metal rail. I was the last. The last of all of us, the only one to have avoided reboot. Sixteen and never been killed, how embarrassing. 
 
 
 
 Everyone spoke about their first. Chris, 7 years old if you believe him. Rattling coughs tearing at tender lung as drug resistant pneumonia pulled him down. Ben, 13, caught in the cross fire of a down town food riot, bleeding his last on a cold city street. Tracey, 12, a hot bath and sharp razor, just to see what it felt like. All with their own stories, sad, funny, boring, cool, each a badge of experience, a stamp of approval I had yet to earn. 
 
 
 
 So here I stood. Knock-kneed and terrified as I waited for the hurtling tin can ’ s gift of obliteration. It hurt they said. Sure you came out almost instantly, spilled gasping and sticky from a birthing tank. A perfect replica of yourself right down to a nick from shaving that very morning. But it still really hurt. 
 
 
 
 Not for the first time I wondered why I was here? Why I had let these guffawing fools bully me into this? What did I care what they thought? Why put myself through this to impress that braying pack of idiots? I knew why though. It was Kim. Kim of the curly brown hair and bright red lip gloss. Pale Kim, slightly overweight Kim, Kim of shared looks and slight encouraging smiles. Perfect Kim. She stood amongst the group, a little island of calm. Bright red lip gripped between perfect white teeth, eyes locked on me. She smiled slightly when she saw me looking. A smile that stiffened my spine into a rod of steel. 
 
 
 
 I turned back to looking down the long straight rail. A slight horn in the distance and the quick flash of headlights as the train cleared the tunnel ahead. Here it came. I braced myself.
