So, my immortality pill has been in the works and is nearing completion - it turns humans into LOTR elves, they will not age. You can still die a violent death, but not of diseases and age. Naturally I’ve given them to you and your family, but only three remain. The unobtainium that is a core ingredient is now tapped out.
Other than your close friends and family who I covered (because I’m such a charming fella), which others alive today would you give the three pills to? Scientists, artists, leaders of men? Or do you flush them all down the nearest toilet?
Heh, enough to cover you, your other half, childlings and anyone else you feel close enough to and would ‘automatically’ want to have an immunity to all diseases and the ravages of age.
Oh, I think I’d be inclined to put them in a safe deposit box and hope that I’d grow wise enough over my now-indefinite years to make appropriate determinations.
OK, so maybe I’d use one of them to bribe someone ridiculously wealthy, first. Just so I could set myself up financially for all these new years I’ve acquired.
This reminds me. George R.R. Martin would get my consideration. Forever just might be enough time to ensure that the Song of Ice and Fire series is completed.
Would he still be stuck in the decrepit body of a 95 year old man? 'Cause even if he cant get sick or age from this point on immorality under those circumstances would suck pretty bad.
I was going to say have a series of well publicized lotteries for the rest. Assuming you don’t mind the immortality thing becoming public. Then I’d (we’d) be immortal AND rich.
Hmmm… the more people who get immortality pills, the more people I will, eventually, have to fight to the death, preferably theirs.
Nobody, I flush them down the toilet. Certainly no members of my family… have you met my family?! One or two close personal friends, maybe, but I’d give them half a pill each. Just… for now.
Maybe… maybe… Neil DeGrasse Tyson. I’d hate to kill him, but fortunately he seems like a nice enough guy that we could get along together, at least for long enough for us to each have our own Galaxy.
Then I’d kill him. Sorry, Neil, nothing personal ya know!