The Ship of Theseus

When I had my wisdom teeth extracted three summers ago, I specifically requested that they be given back to me in a jar. I still have those teeth at my house.

This past summer I got a root canal and a crown for one of my molars. Now I have a perfect, decay-proof, pain-immune tooth. I begin to wonder how feasible it would be to replace most or all of the human body with superior artificial prosthetic parts, and whether I’ll see this starting to happen within my own lifetime.

I’m developing a new fantasy: as I grow older, I think it would be fascinating to have my bones replaced with artificial substitutes, one at a time. I’d keep my bones in a safe collection, until one day I could assemble them. I would then be able to show people my own skeleton.