posted on Aug, 5 2013 @ 08:10 AM
Immune to death.
I am only twenty eight years of age, and already I am driven half insane by the madness and corruption which holds our species back from its
potential. Already I am drunk with anger at the power structures which govern our daily lives, and the little tyrannies which occur beneath that
Molested children, beaten wives, murders, rapes, thefts and home invasions, war crimes, crimes against the free peoples of Earth, often committed by
thier leaders, corperate fraud, espionage, false accusations of the same, mankind spiralling down the sewer pipe that it has turned its own future
I have long said that I would not desire to live forever, that I have no interest in remaining alive for longer than I really have to. If by some
twist of fate, I ended up undying, immune to the touch of the Reaper, wether by sickness or violence, I would do several things.
1) I would go quite mad. And by that I mean, I would probably have a psychotic break, the full weight and enormity of the years ahead bearing down
upon my already weary soul would crush my psyche for a time.
2) I would probably come back from that position, because I am nothing if not willful and determined.
3) I would have to set up coping mechanisms to balance my mental state, so that I could deal with my longevity, make some changes to my circumstances,
and my environment, to make it possible for me to exist within it without loosing my grip. One of those coping mechanisms would be, to never allow
something that should be challenged, to go unopposed. One of the things that makes this planet a detestable bastard of a place to live, is that all to
often, nothing is done, when everything should be. I would set about oppressing the oppressors, discriminating against fascists, killing the killers,
stealing from thieves, committing vast barbarity against molestors of children, rapists of women, street thugs and wife beaters, making impossible the
work of governments which act against thier peoples wishes in even the smallest regard.
In short, I would re-shape this world, and rid it of the plauges which assault it daily. I would have no prejudice against any one colour, creed, or
faith, and no mercy for those who carry any such feeling.
4) The world would swim in the sundered viscera, and spilt bile of those who have caused misery and suffering, and when I had completed all these
mighty deeds, I would probably go up a mountain, and wait for the Sun to eat the Earth as at the end of its life, it sheds its outer layers consuming
our world in fire, casting me adrift and undying into the cosmos at sublight speeds, or for mankind to learn new propulsion methods, good enough to
travel the stars with, which ever happens first.
I think that by all accounts, it would perhaps, be a good idea for me to avoid immortality.