You know, whenever I read a story where some guy becomes immortal and then after a few hundred years realizes the horrors of living forever, I have to stop myself from laughing.
I’ve heard plenty of arguments against immortality. They’re all stupid. "After a while life gets repetitive and boring!" No it doesn’t.
The world is changing all the freaking time! In a couple centuries, when I’m piloting my own spaceship, try telling me life gets dull.
"But you’ll have to watch everyone you love age and die!" And? Get new friends. Get a new family. When your dog dies, you don’t mourn it the rest of your life, do you? You move on.
Stop being so freaking dramatic. The only people who find immortality to be horrifying are boring people.
Me, I’ve been having a grand old time. I got my BAC up to 5.0 once. Oh man, fun times. I once smacked a lion in the face just for giggles. I’ve sky-dived without a parachute.
The possibilities for new experiences are endless.
And now I’m in my uptown high-rise, sitting on a hydrogen bomb. I’ve never stood at the epicenter of a thermonuclear explosion before. Should be fun.
I press the detonator and the world goes to oblivion. I can feel the blast trying to vaporize me. The atoms in my body rip apart and then snap back together as I scream in beautiful agony.
And when my mind can no longer bear the pain, it sets it aside and for a moment, I’m quite literally walking on sunshine. And don’t it feel good.