Eventually it came to pass that no one ever had to die, unless they ran out of money. Then, unless they were so horrible that society had to dispose of them. Then, unless wanted to or could be talked into it. Then, no one would die so long as they had just one person who loved them.

To cut costs during the mid-21st century financial crisis, a biotech company promising immortality disposed of some of its cryogenically preserved bodies. But one of its employees secretly held on to one of these bodies—a young woman who died of cancer in her twenties—and has been obsessed with taking care of her ever since.

In a world where death is impermanent, a young woman wakes again and again in a futuristic dating center where wealthy men visit long-dead women and decide whether or not to pay for their body's full revival.

As humans gain the ability to upload their consciousness, a man must come to grips with the end of the world as he once knew it.

In a dystopian future dominated by technology, a man is ejected from his orgynism—a mass of sedated human bodies connected for their own sexual pleasure. Without that blissful oblivion, the man is left to wander what is left of his city.

In a futuristic society, after his wife's death, a man starts re-watching her life through the hundreds of hours of surveillance footage recorded by a personal drone.

In an ethereal city located between the world of the living and the afterlife, residents grapple with the effects of a deadly pandemic on Earth— and the mass disappearance of souls from their transitory world.

In an eccentric take on the afterlife, a recently deceased man in his mid-20s reminisces on his life and marriage--two things he gradually learns were more complicated than he initially assumed.

A man wakes up one day and realizes the world has ended, and he is the only survivor. He wanders aimlessly and crashes at another house before encountering a woman, who seems to be the only other survivor.

In this metafiction, the many lives of an unnamed man are scrutinized as he passes through millennia.