I make the assumption that in place of people the internet has sophisticated bots that can pass a Turing test, so Internet and no people please. Not like I socially interact anyways. Immortality with the inability to ever feel pleasure ever again, or the biggest rush of euphoria you've ever had followed immediately by death.
Granted, you win! Moments afterward the team mascot falls on top of you in his excitement to congratulate you, and you suffocate under the sweat-matted fur I wish I didn't require sleep. I fail to see how this corrupts the wish in any way, Macs do suck