That’s my secret captain…
I’m always not feeling so good.
Mind eraser no chaser
Seems like alcohol. I guess maybe that’s why I never liked it, I don’t want to cease to exist for a bit, I just want to be happy
Oh, you want money then. It’s pretty nice from what I hear, but you can overdose on it too and it makes you all crazy and paranoid, so - as with everything - dosage is important
I’ve always wanted to just reboot like a computer. Maybe shut down for a while to ensure my cache is cleared and all my capacitors are de-energized, and just stay that way for however long… then boot up fresh, with free memory and processing capacity.
I mean this is basically just how sleep should work. Shame it never really works that well
That sounds good in principle, but may have the same issues as the wish to relive your life again. While being able to have the energy and make other choices is a benefit, you also have to redo the bad stuff too, and in this case a free memory means you have to start over with what you knew. I guess that part might be a bonus depending on your situation, but I’d have to lose experiences and knowledge that make me… me.
Fitting for this community. What does make an individual if not the memories they have?
I meant it more like short term worries than long term memories. Running programs vs. saved files.
Everything that makes me who I am is in my saved files, that should all be safe through a shut down.
But the little running program fragments, all those little worries that never fully go away but don’t actually need to be taking resources to process, that’s all in that memory cache. Wipe that and the whole system is more efficient for a while, until they build up again.
My luck I’d restart and get a crash error in BIOS. “Boot device not found.”
Make a backup copy as well while we’re at it
This is just Rain World lore.
No just give me the one that kills you! I don’t need existential horror, I just need the sweet merciful embrace of death
That’s what dying is!
Death is not the problem. Everything that has a beginning has an end, and death is absolutely a part of the process for complex life.
I don’t fear death itself. While I have things I would like to do and get done, there will be a time - especially if the infirmities of age catch up with me - when I will likely be waiting for death with no small degree of impatience. To me, the void of nothingness is something that can be anticipatory and welcoming, an end cap where you can leave behind all earthly worries and march boldly into… well, whatever it may be. Honestly, even nothingness is perfectly fine, albeit something of a let down.
No, what frightens me is the process of dying. That typically painful and potentially humiliating phase where your body or brain - and sometimes even both - have failed to get the memo that it’s time to move on, and you linger on in a state that is helpful to no-one except those who are trying to extract as much wealth as possible from this change of state.
I’d rather sacrifice myself to improve the world instead of running away like a coward.
If you care about the world, then you’re more use to it alive.
