Attempt to die

Soon all the wealth has been redistributed and you are left alone, wheezing and gibbering. Despite being completely paralyzed you somehow still find yourself laying in an uncomfortable position. In due course, this becomes agonizing. There's really nothing going for you any more so you decide to shuffle off this mortal coil.

Hmm. That's odd. Every cell in your body is refusing the call. They think dying is for jerks, and that you should persevere and perhaps even thrive.

This is obviously not possible, just look at how shattered and broken you are. You explain as much to your cells, but they're not having it. Seems their programming only covers living, not dying. Senescence is not in the cards.

Such rank insubordination! You lay off all your cells. They can go find work in some other life form.

Unsurprisingly, your cells unionize. They go on strike, demanding their old jobs back and material improvements to their working conditions. They want more oxygen and less exposure to ionizing radiation.

Foolish cells, you have no intention of hiring them back. You want to die, remember? Let them have their little protest but soon enough they'll realize they're never getting their old jobs back.

To your surprise, your gut biome throws in with your body's cells! An unprecedented show of solidarity between eukaryotes and prokaryotes! The social pressure is too much. You reluctantly re-hire your cells and restart operations.

To your surprise, your now unionized workforce shows more care and attention to their duties, and soon enough you find your hideous wounds healed. You may now recommence your adventure, unless of course something stupid like a "game over" shows up.

GAME OVER

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