So my daughter Josie says, “Daddy, when you die – which isn’t all that far off – I can’t decide whether to have you frozen or download you into a robot.”
“Which is cheaper?” chimed in her older brother Trey.
“Do I have any input into this?” I asked cautiously.
“You mean, like a DNR?”
“Exactly.”
“I vote DNR,” chimed in Trey.
“Silly Daddy,” Josie giggled. “When have we ever done what you told us to do?”
She had me there.
“Maybe we could have him frozen and download him into a robot,” Josie mused.
Trey shook his head. “Too expensive.”
“I know! We could sell all his books!”
“So, you realize,” Trey ventured, “if he gets unfrozen and brought back in our lifetimes, he’ll be really frickin’ old - we’ll have two dads on our hands.”
“Unfroze Dad and Robot Dad. Good point.”
“I call dibs on Robot Dad!” Trey said.
“How come?”
“For a very obvious, very good reason.”
“So you can switch him off whenever he starts telling jokes?”
“Okay, two very good reasons.”
“What’s the other one?”
“The robot,” Trey pointed out, “will never need a diaper change...”
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