I have huntington’s chorea. Dozen years or so, my nervous system, my cognitive skills, even my emotional balance, they’ll all start to fray. I won’t be able to fly. I won’t be able to walk. I won’t be able to breathe. [And you want to make sure your life matters?] I don’t wanna just be tightening bolts and following instructions, I want something to be different, because of me.