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Meh...I'll take care of post-Human problems when the time comes.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Mannahnin wrote:Tadashi, I seriously recommend the same book for the third time. You will really dig it. Lazerus Long doesn't get super powers on top of his (apparently) unending longevity, but Heinlein does a great job discussing and describing the kind of ennui that can ensue, the impact on relationships and love, and the ways a person could potentially keep life fresh and exciting despite it all.
Heinlein isn't exactly the easing writer to find here...so far, I only have Methuselah's Children, and in second-hand form.
Did you like MC? TEfL goes into more depth and is better-written, but MC's pretty good, IMO.
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Mannahnin wrote:Tadashi, I seriously recommend the same book for the third time. You will really dig it. Lazerus Long doesn't get super powers on top of his (apparently) unending longevity, but Heinlein does a great job discussing and describing the kind of ennui that can ensue, the impact on relationships and love, and the ways a person could potentially keep life fresh and exciting despite it all.
Heinlein isn't exactly the easing writer to find here...so far, I only have Methuselah's Children, and in second-hand form.
Did you like MC? TEfL goes into more depth and is better-written, but MC's pretty good, IMO.
Oh yes...but the one I'm looking for now is Starship Troopers, since it was what introduced me to Heinlein (not to mention greatly influenced my views towards government). The movies were crap (unlike the animated Roughnecks series), so I went looking for the novel. I've read the wikipedia summary, and I'm looking forward to reading the real thing - once I get my hands on it, that is.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Tadashi wrote:Sounds a lot like "Know your place and just accept it." Sorry, but that sounds a lot like what the Last Man would do instead of what the Superman would do.
Well, it's more like accept that you're human and enjoy and savor all the things that being human is.
Tadashi wrote:Sounds a lot like "Know your place and just accept it." Sorry, but that sounds a lot like what the Last Man would do instead of what the Superman would do.
Well, it's more like accept that you're human and enjoy and savor all the things that being human is.
NO. NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
Always aspire to be more than you are. You are Human, and are worth more than the sum of your parts. Even trans-Humans and post-Humans are still 'Human' for all that - our potential is limitless. I refuse to accept this is all we are and this is all we can be - there has to be, and there is more we can be and do.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Tadashi wrote:Sounds a lot like "Know your place and just accept it." Sorry, but that sounds a lot like what the Last Man would do instead of what the Superman would do.
Well, it's more like accept that you're human and enjoy and savor all the things that being human is.
NO. NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.
Always aspire to be more than you are. You are Human, and are worth more than the sum of your parts. Even trans-Humans and post-Humans are still 'Human' for all that - our potential is limitless. I refuse to accept this is all we are and this is all we can be - there has to be, and there is more we can be and do.
No one who has ever lived has reached the full potential of being human. Once you've done that, then you can talk about trying to be something greater.
You keep saying, "this is all we are,". . . well, we have only just begun to plumb the depths of "what we are". I think you are direly underestimating humanity.
Always aspire to be more than you are. You are Human, and are worth more than the sum of your parts. Even trans-Humans and post-Humans are still 'Human' for all that - our potential is limitless. I refuse to accept this is all we are and this is all we can be - there has to be, and there is more we can be and do.
You keep saying, "this is all we are,". . . well, we have only just begun to plumb the depths of "what we are". I think you are direly underestimating humanity.
I prefer to actively pursue transcendence as opposed to passively let it happen.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
You keep saying, "this is all we are,". . . well, we have only just begun to plumb the depths of "what we are". I think you are direly underestimating humanity.
I prefer to actively pursue transcendence as opposed to passively let it happen.
Now put that attitude towards finding that perfect girl for you!
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You keep saying, "this is all we are,". . . well, we have only just begun to plumb the depths of "what we are". I think you are direly underestimating humanity.
I prefer to actively pursue transcendence as opposed to passively let it happen.
Now put that attitude towards finding that perfect girl for you!
I do...but so far, no success. As my childhood friend tells me (no, not even her...we are close, but not that close) "Your standards are too high, but I understand." Now, if only others would understand as well...
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
I'd be happy to accept immorality! Think of what you could learn! Learning purely for the sake of knowledge!
I'd freaking hold that immortality card close though, I'd have to live a lifetime with that person, with them willing to accept their death, then I would extend that offer, their choice to make.
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
I know I'm going to be ignored as the OP refuses to see immortality as anything but a good thing (and I'm betting is around 14 and probably has aspergers syndrome) but just saying "oh I'll find something else to do" isn't a very practical way of looking at things. Have you ever sat on a long sunday afternoon with nothing to do? Imagine an eternity of sunday afternoons.
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Corpsesarefun wrote:I know I'm going to be ignored as the OP refuses to see immortality as anything but a good thing (and I'm betting us around 14 and probably has aspergers syndrome) but just saying "oh I'll find something else to do" isn't a very practical way of looking at things. Have you ever sat on a long sunday afternoon with nothing to do? Imagine an eternity of sunday afternoons.
Yes, I have. I just go to sleep. Very enjoyable...compared to how hectic life is normally.
So I end up like Cthulhu...In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming...On Fereshte the Immortal Humans dream away boredom...
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Corpsesarefun wrote:You can sleep on command for as long as you like?
In real life, no (but I usually spend Sunday afternoons or any time of the day I have nothing to do sleeping). In the proposed immortality scenario, well, you can alter probability so long as your immortality is not negated, so sleeping and waking on a whim is no problem.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
Corpsesarefun wrote:Again, this isn't so much "would you accept immortality" as much as it is "would you accept being an immortal, omnipotent god with no drawbacks".
TBH, I got the idea from the short story Resurrection by A.E. Van Vogt...
Spoiler:
Aliens called Ganae from the planet Gana arrive on Earth in the distant future, and assess it for possible settlement. They discover most if not all animal life on the planet is dead, including Humans. To make it more disturbing, apparently the Humans had achieved immortality seeing as there were no skeletons of children. Furthermore, it seems the Humans had accepted death willingly, as the skeletons of each man and his wife were arrayed in their gardens as though they watched the coming of death itself. The aliens decide to resurrect some Humans using their arcane technology, unwilling to settle the planet in case of something dangerous. They go to a museum, and resurrect an ancient Egyptian, a 20th Century man, and someone from the near future (where it appears they had a technology level equal to the aliens and possessed mental telepathy). The last one fights back, and mentally controls some of the machines in the museum to kill some of the Ganae. The rest escape, and nuke the city to ashes.
Later on, they arrive at another city, and despite one of the Ganae refusing to sanction any further resurrections, pointing out the risk, the others decide to resurrect one of the skeletons, unwilling to believe another species to be as great as them - after all, if they couldn't escape the disaster that killed them, how could they be a threat? The unwilling Ganae responds by saying the Humans probably never learned how to isolate habitable planets, the method for which which the Ganae discovered purely by accident. The moment the man is resurrected however, he disappears in an instant. After a moment, they realize the man has the ability to manipulate reality, and the alien commander orders all planetary locators and resurrection devices on their ship destroyed, which is done after some delay. The last resurrection device is left untouched as bait, but the aliens ultimately destroy it as well - in the process revealing their fear of retribution from another, superior species for their policy of exterminating other sapient species on the habitable worlds they discover so they can settle said planets.
Immediately after the last resurrection device is destroyed, they are shocked to see the man standing calmly behind them. The guards open fire with 'rayguns', to no effect. The man then disrupts the Ganae's energy shield with a touch, and amusingly tells them he knows who and what they are, which is unfortunate considering what they've done, but offers to negotiate for the secrets of the planetary locator and the resurrection device. The aliens respond by asking what happened to Earth, and the man reveals that a 'nucleonic' storm larger than 90 LY (the limit of their power) engulfed the Earth, and the only other habitable world they knew of was also under the shadow of the storm. The aliens then retreat, but are disturbed to see the man calmly walking home...and the fact none of their attempts to destroy the city even come close to succeeding.
Again they attempt to negotiate, offering the man a place of his own on Earth once the Ganae have settled it. The man responds by asking them that if their problem is overpopulation, why don't the Ganae just control the 'breeding chambers'. The Ganae respond that doing could lead to revolution, and the man responds with:
Well, if you will not control them, we will control for you.
The Ganae, realizing that negotiations have failed, threaten to destroy every city on Earth, and even if the man has already perceived the secrets of Ganae technology and physiology by thought alone, not even he can destroy their ship because of its redundant systems, and if they cannot destroy him by themselves alone, they will gather a fleet of their people and return before the man can start to build a resurrection device/planetary locator. The man concedes that he is not omnipotent, but he warns the aliens they have forgotten something, and after saying he has more important matters to attend to, teleports them back to their ship on a whim.
After realizing none of their weapons work (even against cities on the other side of the planet), the Ganae head home, only to realize the man is aboard. Realizing that if they reach their planets the man will obtain either or both of his objectives and simply teleport back to Earth and resurrect enough Humans to fight off even an entire Ganae Armada (and that even attempting to contact the Ganae worlds will just give the man a location to teleport to), the aliens decide to commit suicide by piloting their ship into a star.
Just before they plunge into the star, they realize to their horror what they had forgotten: the delay regarding the destruction of the planetary locators and resurrection devices on the ship was because the storage facility had been locked from the inside - indicating the man had already both his objectives from the beginning, and they were merely played into committing a meaningless sacrifice. As the alien ship plunged into the star, the man returned to Earth with the knowledge the Humanity would rise again, and this time, never truly die...
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
All the superpowers are over the top and a bit silly but i'd defintely accept immortality, i'd need a lot of hobbies though... Wouldn't want to conquer the world or become a god, i'd probally end up spending my time doing stuff like watching every movie ever made A-Z and sleeping alot.
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WARBOSS TZOO wrote:Grab your club, hit her over the head, and drag her back to your cave. The classics are classic for a reason.
Probably this...I'll go back in time to pre-Industrial times and settle down somewhere in Northern Europe...or raise merry hell in Heian-era Japan.
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.'
And then you'd try to make anime real so that you can have your perfect anime-girl lover!
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I think basically you get to be god...
Personally if i was immortal i'd be happy with just that.
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p_gray99 wrote:Do I have to choose the person to be immortal as soon as I become immortal, or can I save it until I'm certain I want that person to be immortal?
Or you could alter probability and make as many people as you want immortal.
Makes it all rather pointless really, don't you think?
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