I would ask to be God (or God-like). To me, it's worth the risk of oblivion for that kind of power. I could walk out into the street tomorrow and have oblivion handed to me by a 70-mph death sentence named 'Mack Truck.' At least with the coin it would be instant, painless (for everyone - since it would be as though you had never existed, all trace of you in people's memories and lives would be erased and history would essentially be re-written), and straightforward.
Win-win situation. I'd definitely take the coin.
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Sure I have a heart; it's floating in a jar in my closet, along with my tonsils, my appendix, and all of the other useless organs I ripped out.
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