Imagine this: You're an ageless, super intelligent post-human with ample time on your hands. You have everything you could want in life with a perfectly curated state of mind, the only thing left being a source for a consistent sense of drive and purpose. In my novel I'm working on, you have such post-humans who often undergo Moravec transfers into idealized bodies, and have their memories suppressed before they are assigned to indefinite servitude to mostly-mortal citizens in need. Referred to as "Guardian Angels," your sole purpose in life is to be the unwavering anchor for that individual, and often get to the bottom of whatever is causing stress and friction in their life. You would have access to their most personal and intimate thoughts, and slowly guide them toward their most authentic and blissful state of being, while living under a constant, chemically-induced state of contentment yourself.…