| It doesn't bother me. Every single one of my ancestors for the last 3.5 billion years has died. It is part of existence. 50, 60, 100 more years? Great! Then I can pile on knee, hip, back, and wrist regeneration surgeries. Then extensive therapy to keep my brain from degrading. Also new teeth and corneas. Oh and the heart is going to need a lot of work if it starts beating for twice as long as it was designed to. Plus constant maintenance for the skin as it soaks up an entire second lifetime's worth of UV. Just a never-ending cycle of expensive, likely painful, time-consuming all-consuming patches on the body to delay the inevitable. Just kill me already. Maybe eventually they'll find a path to immortality. That would be even worse. I imagine the joy would drain out of sunsets if you've seen a billion of them, with them being as noteworthy as every time your eye blinks. |