Ok here goes. The universe is actually a single partice that moves faster then light thus making up the whole “sub FTL” world we can see and comprehend. When you die you stop being an instance of that partice at a certain time and place and whats left of you is the particle - ie the entire universe itself (I actually felt like that once, back in college - it wasn’t half bad). Everything is more then something.
Me - I’d take the pill, i’m sure it gets much easier after the first 300 years and its not like I’d loose the ability to die, I’d just be able to stick around until there was nothing left in the world that could amaze me.
Of course I’d take it. I want to see what the world will be like a few hundred years down the line.
But… my man gets one too, right? I don’t want to have to look for a decent replacement when he dies. Took me too long to find him in the first place. Imagine having to get back to the dating scene every few decades as companions die off? The horror!!
I’d do it. I want to see what happens. Experience everything I could fit in. Learn to play piano, for crying out loud! Would I automatically die in 2981, then, because that’s when I’d turn 1000?
Oh HELL yeah I’d do it. And I’d travel the globe. When I got bored of that, I’d become a wisewoman sitting on top of a mountain. When I got bored of that, I’d start doing art projects that would take fifty years or more to complete, kinda like the Great Wall or the Pyramids or drawings on the earth that can only be seen from miles up or something. Or if available, space travel. Ah, so many possibilities.
(But would I have to use birth control for a thousand years? I could see having a kid every hundred years or so, and it would be cool to see your great-great-great-etc-grandchildren, but 969 more years of stupid birth control? That would be a little annoying.)
The only thing I want to have a chance of killing me is the heat death of the universe… and, when that comes around, maybe I’ll do something about that, too.
I’d do it. But only if I can still retire in my sixties. That way I’d have the rest of the time to enjoy myself! Also, I’d want MaxBabe to take one too. No point living that long if I don’t have my Babe there with me!
This idea is explored somewhat in Bob Shaw’s One Million Tomorrows; one of the quite plausible things mentioned in this work of fiction is that, after a while, you’d be a different individual, as old habits, preferences, memories and thought patterns wore out or were supplanted by new ones; rather than becoming an immortal individual, you become an immortal body that will be inhabited by a continuum of different individuals, each merging seamelssly into the next.
See, that all sounds deep and mysterious and stuff but considering that there’s no alternative to mortality in real life it’s kind of a meaningless statement.
Unless you’re speaking from the perspective of hydrogen particles or something.
