I’ve been ‘immortal’ now for quite some time. I celebrated my 100th birthday years back, and baring some freak, statically-improbable accident will live to see my 1000th.
But I have to ask myself: why keep going? The gods know that I’ve no problem mucking about with the human genome; it’s not any sort of grand design that causes me doubt. (E.G., ‘Humans are not supposed to live forever.’ So what?)
I wonder at what point have we seen enough, done enough that things should end. If all good things must come to an end, does that mean anything unending is not good?
If this cluster, this existence can even be called good. Look around at the misery. Yes, even in the Federation, the peak of human civilization. The Amarr are so miserable that they created a whole god and afterlife just to deal with this current life. The Caldari and the Minmatar have their spirits. Why would we subject ourselves to this misery forever? I’m a masochist, but that’s a bit much.
(Though, to be fair, if there is an afterlife, it’s probably better than this one.)
Other capsuleers have gone before. Cancelled their clone contracts and biomassed. Or just left. They’ve faded into the universe without connecting to their neocom ever again. Those are the ones I envy. Those are the ones who are fortunate.
I’m not a cat; I’m a rodent running on a wheel. And I’m wondering why I keep running.