I just want you to know… ..I wuv you, Mummy and Daddy. I know you do, sweetheart. And I’m going to ask you
to take the filter off. Will you do that for me? I think… ..I’ve been uncomfortable… ..a very long time. We know. Sh, sh. I’ve been thinking, ever
since I was born, that… ..I don’t belong in this body. Oh, my God. It’s all right. It’s really OK,
darling. I’ve been reading up on it and… ..I think I’m trans. Oh, sweetheart. Aw. Oh, it’s all right, darling.
I swear. It really is. Ah, look at us, we’re fine.
We’re completely fine, aren’t we? Mm-hm. And I know we might be a bit slow
and a bit old and… ..this is going to be
confusing for us and we’ll make a mess of it
sometimes, but… ..we love you. Hm? We love you. We absolutely love you. We always will. I mean, we don’t need to rush. We’ve got lots of time to… ..talk about this. And, you know, if it turns out
that we’ve got a… ..a lovely son instead of a lovely
daughter then, well, we’ll be happy. Hm. No, I’m not transsexual. Oh. Is that not the word now? But you said trans. What do we call you, then? I’m not transsexual, I’m transhuman. Oh, OK. I’m sorry,
they keep changing the words. I don’t know the difference. I don’t want to change sex. No, sure. We say gender now,
don’t we? I’m sorry. I said I’m not comfortable
with my body, so I want to get rid of it. This thing, all the arms and legs and
every single bit of it. I don’t want to be flesh. I’m really sorry, but I’m going
to escape this thing and become digital. What do you mean? They say one day soon,
they’ll have clinics in Switzerland, where you can go and
you’ll sign a form and they’ll take your brain
and download it into the cloud. And your body? Recycled… ..into the Earth. So, you want to kill yourself? I want to live forever
as information, because that’s what
transhumans are, Mum. Not male or female… ..better. Where I’m going there’s no life
or death, there’s only data. I will be data.