BeheadTheFrog wrote:In the end, I imagine, something really terrible.
It probably wouldnt take too long to start to feel disconnected with these weak and stupid humans who cant even do something simple like shoot lazer beams out of their eyes. So, I’d probably end up blowing up the entire world to build a brand new one in my own image. But once I’ve committed genocide on such a massive scale, why would I be bothered if I did it a few more times for my own amusement? And why build back humanity as it was when they cant even magic a 7 course meal out of thin air? Why bring anything back or create anything that didnt amuse or please me at all? I’d just bring things back to play around with them and blow them up again. And then I’d go insane with loneliness, so yes, I would bring humanity back, exactly as it was before the First Big Boom. But when I do bring it back I cant understand anyone any more... I cant connect with anyone... everyone feels so small and pointless. What is the point of them living? THEY dont even know. They will all be dead in 100 years and I will still be here, with their stupid mortal offspring. What is the effing point??
So blow them up again.
Now I’m just floating, floating through space, I could fly but I dont have anywhere to go so I may as well just float. No one can see me anyway, no one is left, and if they were I would probably just blow them up anyways. So, what is the point? What is the point of the universe? So, I blow up the entire universe and then there is nothing. Only me. I’m so angry, so sad, so alone. I try to scream but there is no air, nothing for sound waves to interact with. I cant even float any more. I cant even do anything.
Are you German or believe in Calvinism? Too many thoughts that are similar to that guy...what is his name? Schopenhauer or something....