I’m all for getting as much life out of life as possible, so I love the idea of the “1 year in 1 hour” pill.
I chose “more than 100 times,” but reserve the right to change my answer should I grow weary of the experience or fail to find emotional fulfillment in such a “long” life.
It’s one of those things you can’t know for sure in a hypothetical.
I was backstage at a concert venue recently and in one of the rooms there was a bank of labelled light switches, the last of which was labelled “Nothing”.
I turned it on. Nothing happened.
So I turned it off again, and nothing stopped happening.
On the salt front, I was given a little pot of “seaweed salt”. I don’t know what to do with salt that smells like fish. I guess I could use it on fish, given that they already smell like fish, but it’s pretty strong stuff.
But you wouldn’t get the most out of life. It’s a trip, so any experiences would occur in the inside of your head. All those books you’ve been meaning to read, all those sights you 've always wanted to see, and all those shows you’ve wanted to watch wouldn’t really exist. I already go on a trip like that every night. It’s called dreaming.
Now if there were some sort of Chips’n’Blips type setup, where you could plug in and get outside stimuli, I might be interested.
The problem with the pill is that if you have a positive experience it will become addictive and if you have a negative one it will likely be horrific and traumatizing. There’s no real happy medium in this hypothetical.
In the album poll are we counting “bootleg” copies? My mom bought Dark Side of the Moon when she was in college. Then when I was in college I copied her vinyl album to cassette. So I have a copy of it, but it isn’t an official copy, and my copy definitely didn’t count towards that sales number.
I have a Steve Miller Band greatest hits album, but I’m not sure if it’s that greatest hits album. On my phone that album title is just listed as “Steve Miller Band” and that’s it. That’s another one where I just made a copy of my parents’ CD (or ripped it to my MP3 player in that case). I think sometimes the album titles get screwed up in that process.
My sister had Jagged Little Pill when we were in high school. My parents were members of BMG Record Club for a while, and they let each of us pick some albums for ourselves, and that was one of her picks. She kind of got in trouble for picking that one, because we weren’t allowed to pick anything with a “parental advisory” label, and that album had one.
Hotel California was the second album I ever bought. Kansas Leftoverture was the first. Dark Side of the Moon was the first CD I owned. The only other one I owned was Guns and Roses.
Hallucinations exist so I have a more visceral feeling about that. I still don’t like the idea of altered reality even when it’s magic.
I need an “other” choice. What would Miles Vorkosigan do? How about Cordelia Naismith? Samuel Vimes?
ETA: and, apparently, if I took up the alternate-lives-in-an-hour choice, I’d be screwing up things in my life here; not due to the time taken, but due to being useless for most stuff for some time thereafter. So I’d have to find a time when I didn’t need to do anything for days except maybe get out of bed to feed the cats; and in practice that wouldn’t happen very often.
We have a light switch that future owners will be puzzled by. It’s in our dining room but controls an outlet on an exterior wall near an upper deck for Christmas Lights. (which I doubt we’ll ever use)