Infinite Sam checked the calendar on his helper implant.
“Think Tank” it said.
Retirement at last.
He smiled.
That smile had gotten him through centuries of genetically-extended and cybernetically-enhanced adventures.
He’d seen everything.
He’s done everything.
He’s been everywhere, man.
He’d even spent a decade in the museum as an exhibit, answering questions, always smiling.
He tried to remember… foggy… confused…
Teeth can be manufactured.
So can bones and blood.
And even brains…
Sorta.
Cloned, and flashed from his memory template.
This old one would join the others in the tank, retiring to Dreamland.
One last smile before surgery…
Perfect!