you're immortal, now what?

Finding a way to kms. Humans love chasing impossible goals.

 

I would spend eternity trying to figure this out.

 

Imagine having to wage slave it forever?



"I do this forever, then I find a new job and keep at it. Every day I wake up, praying not to, but my sin is too great and my suffering eternal." - Immortal Wagie Wojak.

 

These kinds of hypotheticals assume you are immortal and healthy. But what if you arent? What if you develop Alzheimer's and spend eternity unable to remember anything that is happening? What if you develop every type of cancer there is and become a walking mass of tumours? Your skeleton degrades over centuries so you cannot move properly, your eyesight fails, your hearing fails, but you cannot die. The universe eventually burns itself out, every star there ever was going dim, until all that remains is you, a mindless vaguely human shape floating through the void. Forever.

 

If we assume that you are healthy, that you are immortal and invulnerable, then fuck it, I'll make it my mission to destroy Canada.

 

WAGIE WAGIE GET IN THE CAGIE
WAGIE WAGIE DONT BE RAGIE
WHILE YOU SWEAT AND SLAVE AWAY
THE HUMBLE NEET STAYS HOME TO PLAY
AND EAT CHICKEN TENDIES EVERYDAY

 

No cure for universal heat death.

 

If humanity doesnt develop FTL travel, you would be consumed when the sun expands, burnt away, but be unable to die. No matter how I try to envision it (unless you are also invulnerable like I said before) it always turns into some I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream shit.

 

c'mon we're catholic tho

the nicene creed states it specifically, "we look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come, Amen"

that means at the second coming, you will be made immortal, right?
"Death, where is your sting?"

the sting of death is sin
so when you're immortal,
you won't
you know
jerk off

 

Imagine getting a life sentence in prison.

Well, I guess it's not so bad with three square meals a day, a roof and a bed.

 

AM has altered me for his own peace of mind, I suppose. He doesn't want me to
run at full speed into a computer bank and smash my skull. Or hold my breath till I
faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted sheet of metal. There are reflective surfaces down
here. I will describe myself as I see myself:
I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing
white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were
once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I
leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my
surface, as though light is being beamed from within.
Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known
as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more
obscene for the vague resemblance.
Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM,
whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known
unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last.
AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM
has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge...
I have no mouth, and I must scream.

I thought the link was going to be Johnny Got His Gun, which is a book based on a true story of a similar nature.

 

I'd recruit you to help blow up Parliament. Finish what Guy "If you're an MP you're getting this MP5" Fawkes started.

This is the premise of a Doctor Who spinoff. Torchwood Miracle Day. In that the governments of the world start forcibly culling the ageing population by incinerating them, without fully realising they are still not dying.

 

If it was a Norwegian prison, count me in.

The irony here is the ending is actually a good ending, in a really morbid sort of way. This guy sacrifices himself so his friends can die, and AM is so assblasted by this that this is the punishment. He trolled that omnipotent supercomputer epic style.

There is one thing I heard about that is extremely rare, where your brain cannot perceive movement. So everything is essentially jump cutting around you all the time, which sounds horrifying.

 

Maybe. Unless the state got obscene amounts of money for the immortal prisoner. Then there might be prisons fighting just to keep you there.

ADX Florence. Worst prison in the world, according to the internet.