In Zero K, with anticipatory verve, Elon Musk types offer themselves as guinea pigs. The conceit is giving up one’s current life for a distant hope of unseen, unproven eternal life, merely a rearranging of factors seen in religious devotees. No surprise that late capitalism’s god summons altars for the true seekers, sans necessity of a deity. The wealthy are afforded (fully intended) the opportunity to preserve one’s body and mind for an as-yet-unready future. Zero K is fun little Bladerunner-ish escape into the dreary possibilities of wealth as the determinant for human progress and achievement. Every DeLillo sentence is worth reading.