Stick around Sora, just make sure you pay your rent to Unixmad in the form of bread once a month, and you keep the music down late at night, especially up the top of Sardon's.
Just imagine, your atoms, your organic body, sent hurtling into the unknown, your atoms being released who knows where.. Perhaps.. Just perhaps, those atoms will eventually be in an alien organism after billions of years growing around the universe.
With this I can imagine that awkward moment when you wake up from that concrete slab thingy, alive once again, but as a 1/3 alien 1/3 human and 1/3 alien technological cyborg. c: