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I would not say that I'm suicidal today. Somebody with a good knowledge of the human body could easily get another 15-20 years out of this old beater, and it would be such a shame to waste it on such unseemly decadence as a self-murder.
However, if any of you happens to have a persona who needs their own space, or who has become too annoying, burnt-out, and burdensome to shelter (god, do I sympathize, happens to the best of us apparently), put 'em on a thumbdrive and come on over.
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Still. One (1) human body available for lease or rent to clean, professional imaginary persona. Highly motivated owner seeks to leave dimension ASAP.
4.2 foot³ capacity, functional digestion and excretion facilities, four standard human limbs, no tail. 1975-model high-end brain, 130 IQ capacity*. Good enamel, bad gums. Very nice hair-- Italian.
No deposit necessary. Available immediately. Inquire here.
* theoretical, actual performance may vary with intoxication damage
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(note that this model is pudgy in all the right places to have a transgender starter kit installed -- the owner was a depressive lumpbag who only drove his dysphoria on Sundays and never had any work done, so you can start in immediately!)
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I don't presume to swap stories of hardship with people. I know that's a bidding game I'd lose. Nothing worse is wrong with me than bad neurochemistry, alienation, guilt, self-loathing, and an all-around lack of faith in the human prospect.
Just suffice it to add me to the list of casualties. I've gotten to the point where everything on the self-care checklist gets a "yes, I know, but I don't WANT to."