You would be immortal and all basic amenities essential for physical survival would be provided. You can have the age of your body according to your choosing and your mind won’t blow off by accomodating endless amount of memory.
You can choose anything you desire and that too at any instant which may or may not exist in real life, like an endless supply of something or a companion with the same immortality powers as yours, but you won’t be able to change it in the future and there would be no going back. Also you cannot alter your mind in any way that would enable to let you tolerate living for eternity or not get bored of things.
Ideally you would want to have everything just to be sure but by asking you the minimum requirements, it would making it more interesting to know what you think you could do without or what matters to you the most.
There is nothing that could be done to make me want to live for eternity. Do you know what’s boring after a billion years? Everything. Do you know how many billions are in infinity? All of them.
Eternity means that one day you’ll outlive the last black hole and you’ll be the only thing in a universe with, effectively, nothing but your imagination to keep you busy.
Imagine being at your evolution level and watching living creatures slowly become genius levels and you’re just like a novel pet or exhibit to far superior beings. And like, it just slowly, painfully happens, while your unforgettable past haunts you of times where you weren’t so isolated and alone, where there used to be others of your kind. Just trapped for eternity in a future you’re long since naturally compatible with.
And all the time you’re dealing with whatever the expansion of the Sun brings…
OP’, I choose a gun to blow my brains out when the novelty wears off.
I’d say living for eternity doesn’t imply being conscious for that time.
Edit: Eternal recurrence could be a fun thing to witness
What is there if not the journey. I still choose life.
Even after being partially disabled for a decade and in near total isolation presently, I still choose life now, as I would then. Boredom is a lack of creativity. Perhaps the entire universe becomes the slow moving simulation of my mind for the Postbaryon.
You eat the same repetitive foods in a cycle just beyond conscious awareness, and yet you do not tire of eating. I can dance to life forever, despite the rhythmic procession, or effrons quale.
I’d finally have time to read The Silmarillion.
Also you cannot alter your mind in any way that would enable to let you tolerate living for eternity or not get bored of things.
No drugs at all? I’m out. They’re almost necessary for tolerating living for a finite period.
For me, it would essentially need to be a TARDIS.
Whenever I think of immortality I immediately go to the end of all other life and the idea of knowing that I would eventually be doomed to an inescapable existence of total isolation. Long before that, but hundreds of years from now, I am sure that I would go literally insane with boredom. I need to know that there will always be something new, different, and interesting. A TARDIS would allow me to go anywhere, anytime, with anyone.
I also fear eternal life in some preeminent imprisonment, either some form of external confinement, like being trapped at the bottom of the ocean by the crushing weight of the water around me, some form of locked-in syndrome. A TARDIS could operate on its own to save me from such a fate.
If eternity ever becomes too much, a TARDIS would also give some options to potentially end my existence.
That’s a great idea! I second it!
Ability to painlessly kill myself at any point.
I would need a life without the human animal nature to be such a god. I would tire of the hormone cycle. I already find it stupifying to some extent after less than 4 decades. Free my mind of this burden and give me perfect recall to expand my human memory byte. From there I will explore the universe, within the galaxy and beyond.
The minimum does not exist. I would much rather die eventually knowing that my life has been absolutely incredible, than to live forever with all thoughts related to happiness simply disappearing slowly but surely until I go crazy enough to want suicide, and then get more crazy when I realize that I can’t have it.
Would choose 45 as the age to stay. I would need an option to be able to die, in case the world I was on exploded or something, and some immortal companions. That’s the main requirements. I think in terms of getting bored, it would take a really long time if we could go all around this world and watch it changing, and eventually if it’s possible to get bored we would, it seems unavoidable.
In practice, I wouldn’t take this option since I already had kids. I think you have to choose one or the other, immortal beings can’t procreate, that’s the rules, it can only be one in, one out, not an increasing population and also it would be too sad to see my kids get old and die.
A lab, manufacturing capabilities for any kind of object and material, and possibly several companions. Plus a mineral-rich planet (best case would be inexhaustible) as well as a star. And a ship, preferably FTL, to change location after the star nears the end of its life. Of course also copies of the entire cultural database of humanity (books, songs, movies). Pets. A thriving ecosystem on the home planet.
Infinite supply of breathable air
Otherwise the post stellar era is gonna start sucking for you real bad real quick
We’re talking end of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 2 level “ooooooooof” in terms of how much suck you’re signing yourself up for, floating in an abyss lit by ghosts of long dead stars and galaxies, not having been able to take a breath in trillions of years and yet also not being able to die from suffocating because of it either.
There is a reason why only half of that level of shit to be in was referred to by the Supernatural fandom as “Turbo Hell”
Some kind of memory reset. Eternity is really fucking long of you can remember all of it.
i’ve wondered about immortality for a while. it boils down to why would i want to be immortal and for me i just want to see and experience things. it also means that i’ll experience a century living lavishly and surrounded by the perfect people i ever hoped to be with and another century where i’ll be broke, alone and living in 10 sqm apartment. at this point then isnt i’m just a living library of babel of human experiences? then what kind of person i am then? a wise old sage or succumb to become a maniac? how many personalities, morals and ideology would come and pass. and how many of ‘me’ that lived and died? would that person still be me? would that person consciousness be the same as me right now? the more i think about immortality the more i think its just the same as death, just a different kind.
Infinite complexity
