Being transformed into another creature and losing my humanity like in *The Fly[/] (Jeff Goldblum version).
Waking up to find that hundreds or thousands of years have passed. (countless movies and books).
:smack:
Or finding that you’ve lost the ability to code.
I find myself in a society of telepaths, where all thoughts are shared and privacy is an unknown (or even slightly offensive) concept. I try to get some time to myself and people keep bugging me until I have to take out my blaster and start wasting them.
Favourite, of course, is to wake up in the society where all other men have died out.
[sub]though there is some conceptual overlap with both scenarios[/sub]
Realizing that you are faced with something that does not die when you shoot it.
Being taken captive by a slaver race with superior technology doesn’t sound fun to me, not even if I get to wear the Leia slave-girl outfit.
brain parasites.
being there the day the AIs rebel and kill their masters.
having the FTL and life support go out 10[sup]10[/sup] lightyears from home.
Kadir beneath Mo Moteh.
To wake up in the plot from the Cube - a maze where every other room is booby trapped with some horrific way to die. That would suck.
Anything involving giant spiders.
Uhhh. . . finding myself suddenly wearing a red shirt?
I imagine having a chestburster, uh, burst out of my chest, especially during a meal, would be a pretty major sucky-ass bummer.
Having a cat I had buried jump up on the bed with me.
Finding out I’ve been living in a virtual-reality simulation . . . because once I get out of it into the “real world,” how do I know it’s not another simulation? Too confusing.
:: stagger ::
:: stagger ::
:: looks behind me to see who’s making that annoying staggerring sound ::
“Brains!”
or…
“What have you got for Invention Exchange?”
(Actually, that might be pretty cool.)
I don’t want to end up in a religious theocracy as per RAH future History.
Not to interested in surviving an all out end of civ. Nuke War as per so many books and movies.
Winding up as a snake or mostly-snake because some crazy herpetologist kept injecting me and telling me it was vaccinations.
Sssssss.
Borg. 'Nuff said.
Being in a situation where anyone could be a pod person and thus working againest you. Not knowing who to trust. Go up to a family member you haven’t seen in a week and have them do the pod-person scream at you.
After seeing “Land of the Dead” today, being trapped in a world overrun by zombies and it was only a matter of time before circumstances let the zombies into your shelter.
And related to both, dealing with something that could so easily spread and it only took one infected person let into your sancuary by mistake to compromise the entire thing.
Being on a long-term space flight and having the technology to keep me in a coma fail would probably be the worst for me. I get bored very easily.
A close second would probably be finding out I’m the target of a major conspiracy, i.e. all other humans were really aliens experimenting with me or I’m the only alien or either of the above situations with robots in place of aliens. I’d feel like my entire existence was a lie, because it would be.
“Hello, my baby! Hello. my darlin’! Hello, my ragtime ga-al!”
Being trapped on a marooned spaceship. In a similar vein, being stuck in the middle of space in a spacesuit.
Ray Bradbury wrote a wonderful short story on the matter, “Kaleidoscope”, in which the crew of spacesuit-wearing astronauts are hurtling through the void of space, contemplating their doom.