[ WP ] At the age of 18 , everyone picks an unlikely life event . They will be reborn at 18 every time they die until that event happens . After that , death is permanent .

I'd thought long and hard on what I'd choose on my eighteenth birthday. Some friends picked things like winning the lottery or having triplets, but I went for something a little different. When I made the decision I figured I had it all squared away. `` I want to live to see the successful commercial cloning of a human being,'' I'd told them. The idea was simple. I could n't die, not truly, until I lived to see human cloning become a reality. Once this happened I could just have myself cloned and get a reset button as many times as I'd like. 
 
 I spent the next 103 years living life to its fullest a few times. Sure they'd worked it all out before then, but they did n't go public with it. Not until they knew the world was ready. When they officially announced that human cloning was no longer science fiction I learned some hard science fact. Come to find out my plan was n't foolproof. From what the news articles had indicated, while he would share my genetic makeup the clone would n't be me. He would n't have my memories. I guess I just always assumed it'd be like in the books and movies. They'd take some samples, go to work, and out would pop a duplicate me. Unfortunately, the reality of the matter was somewhat different. This new me would n't be me really. Only on the most basic levels. 
 
 So I've spent the last years of my final life writing down as much as I could remember about myself. These are my journals; my lives. Hopefully you'll read their words and it will trigger something. Something science ca n't factor. Some part of me that's still in there deep down. And if not, well then at least you've read my story. You know where you come from and the kind of man that I was. I had originally planned to come up with an amazing choice for your eighteenth birthday. A choice so spectacular that you could n't dare reject the idea. After much consideration I decided to forego this option. Perhaps I was curious to see what you'd choose. Though I'm not daft, and I'm aware I'd never actually know your choice. But maybe, just maybe, if you speak words that could have been my words I would yet continue on.
