Next week I will be anesthetized. Part of my patellar tendon will be removed. Holes will be drilled in my femur and tibia and the patellar will be used to replace my torn anterior cruciate ligment. It will be screwed into place and, for the first time in my life, I will be part metal.
I will ask my doctor if, while under the knife, he could put a chip in my brain that has wireless access to the internet. I will request augmented reality eyes and a new hand that can crush coal into diamonds. I want autonomous nanoparticles injected into my bloodstream that can monitor my physiology, detect threats, and defeat them. I want a chemical robot coating that will be capable of navigating through tight surfaces and reforming on the other end to perform tasks of my choosing. This chemical robot has the ability to harden, making my skin impenetrable. I want enhanced shock absorbers around all of my organs and bones so that I can fall from high distances and not suffer internal injuries. I want my lungs to be filled with perfluorocarbons so that I can breath in space. And, of course, I want dark matter rocket boosters on the soles of my feet, so that I can escape this planet from time-to-time and ponder its ultimate fate.
I am sure my insurance will cover these procedures.