Holy shit does this thread make me glad I’m in a happy marriage. Get bored with Mrs. Devil? We’ve learned, done, and grown a lot so far–stagnation just isn’t feasible. If she goes first I’ll be heartbroken at 60, 70, 80, 120, or 200 … utterly heartbroken and devastated, not glad to be free to prowl.
No claim here that all marriages last forever, just the notion that the passage of time improves, rather than detracts from the bond. I guess the concept that mere *time *is sufficient to sully a marriage is as foreign to me as the OP/others find concept that in the end, it will be the one thing that there was too little of.
Define “OK”. I’m “OK” being in my job now only because if I didn’t have a job, I’d rapidly become miserable due to, not a lack of a job, but instead a lack of money. I have a feeling this addiction to money will persist as long as I do, and so I would remain “OK” with my current job (or any other that is not worse) for as long as I felt I needed to endure it in order to remain financially solvent.
I certainly hope most people’s relationship with their spouse does not in any way resemble my relationship with my job.
All I can say is, it’s an odd sort of comparison. I do a job, as other noted, for money, mostly; hopefully there would be a time in my life when I could do what I want for the love of it. Conversly, in marriage I am already doing what I want for the love of it.
Everything including the brain would give out in 120-140 years of so, so becoming a “cyborg” would be irrelevant. Living to 200 would require either arresting or reversing aging at its most fundamental levels (e.g. DNA degradation) or uploading minds into computers.
In either case, that would result in potentially indefinite lifespans – you’d live until something destroyed your body beyond the ability of even advanced medicine to repair (and even that wouldn’t kill you permanently if uploading is available, unless you got careless about keeping brain backups).
If aging and disease can be cured, lifespans would be highly variable – with “splatted beyond repair” as the only cause of death, the probability of dying in Year X would be more or less constant for all values of X (if anything, it might go down with increasing age as you learned not to do damnfool things). Unlucky (or reckless) people would die as young as people do today; lucky (or careful) ones could live thousands of years (unless human psychology hits some kind of wall resulting in eventual suicide).
Considering that my dear bride is in poor health and will probably predecease me (what a curious term that is), I would gladly sign up for another 100 years and give just about anything to do so. I searched for her for a long time and am quite unwilling to say goodbye anytime soon.
Um. This is interesting and all, but perhaps if we pretended that our lifespans were doubled by a magical fairy coming down and waving her wand (poof), that would help us focus in the marriage issue a bit better.