Unavoidable

I requested a prolonged death, which by this point was the unpopular choice, so I got a whole Death Chamber to myself.

I sat down in what had been a comfortable chair several weeks before, and inhaled the lilac and violet scented mist. Barely any arsenic after-taste.

The recorded voice said how this may be the end of Humanity, but records would survive, and other such platitudes, not mentioning the virus.

An hour later, when the clean-up robot came in and found me quite alive, it alerted people.

My copyable immortality would have been useful information 5 billion deaths prior.