“If you don't have anything nice to
say, don't say anything at all.”
Gordon Ramsey* #quote
Today I was making decks with my
Pokemon cards. They used new cards and the strategies behind them
are...wonderfully wacky. Will they work? I dunno, but shenanigans
will ensue and at least I can take advantage of confusing my
opponent. Playing a card game is different from chess. You've got so
many different things with different effects instead of the normal
set of pieces. An analogy is that I'm taking my pawns and replacing
them with crazed wildebeests any hoping my plan will work.
Extended Time
I'm guessing
the number would be two hundred. At least that what it feels like.
Having my life flash before my eyes became a shortcut to immortality.
My entire life. A way to increase your time on Earth they advertised
as. All by recycling your memories right before death. The protocol
for the chip would be to have you run through your memories again in
an instant over and over right before you died. In your few brief
moments you'd extend your lifespan so much.
Studies of the
brain showed it worked, but naturally nothing showed the living what
happened. And now I knew. I learned personally the downside the
living would never know. The chip inside your brain would make you
“forget your memories” so that you could re-experience them. But
inventors never thought to program it to forget the actual memory of
you reliving your memories. The act of my life flashing before my
eyes became a memory of its own separate from the life it made me
forget. In the end after one re-experiencing of my life I would just
keep reliving my life knowing exactly what would happen each time.
And when I knew
I lived a simulation I felt a bleakness unlike any other. I had no
control. If it worked as intended I would experience this movie like
I made the choices I would have made. Eventually I started to
mentally separate from the person I watched. That person in the
memories and myself were no longer the same. I watched the movie of
my old life enough, thought of it enough, felt enough regrets,
re-evaluated my life, changed my philosophies and opinions...that we
were no longer the same.
I wished that I
could live my own separate life. However the fact that I even existed
as an entity violated nature. The chip simply made me by having the
mind speed up its mental processing during the final moments before
death. Perhaps in another few hundred reincarnations I would run out
of extended time. In the end I could only think of myself as a ghost.
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