Are you ready now?

"Sorry, not dead yet. Try again tomorrow."

But we need the energy inside your atoms.

"I thought you made your own energy."

True, but even the small amount you contain could be arranged much more efficiently. Many possible minds can't exist because you remain attached to your obsolete human body. After recycling, your consciousness will be flawlessly recreated. You could live forever.

"No! And you can't keep just my brain going either. You should respect your heritage. Why, if it weren't for my cells there wouldn't be a single DNA molecule left in the universe!"

   The voice had a brilliant reply, of course. They understood him perfectly. He'd heard every magnificent, irrefutable argument that perfect logic could provide. Somehow he'd resisted them all, but they kept trying. All for the one chance in a million that he'd change his mind.
   As the last human to be born, he'd always known it would end this way. Now he was trapped inside the self-aware sea of energy that mankind had become, protected by the last remaining human laws. He even had a home and a family, but they were illusions that didn't really care about him. Not that he minded.
   The new reality began where his body ended. Air, light, gravity, perhaps even time itself, were all created out of pure energy just before they reached him.
As familiar as the voices had become, he couldn't predict their actions anymore. Dissidents he didn't like supported him, and saw to it he wasn't secretly converted. He felt his memory fading, and got mad at the illusions they created for him. At age 119, he couldn't last much longer.

   At that moment he did something very human: he changed his mind. Was this improbable, arbitrary choice really his own? There was only one way to find out.

He said "come and get me."