The top left reminds me of Alzheimer’s, so I ruled that one out immediately. Spending enough time in a nursing home, seeing people who are perpetually confused… it’s terrifying. Their emotions take over as their rational mind deteriorates, leaving some people angry or depressed every waking moment (at least. That is, I wouldn’t be surprised if their dreams are horrifying too.) People rarely know what year it is, and start to panic because they realize they haven’t fed their baby in a while (which is technically true, as “their baby” is now 60 and fully capable of feeding themselves. But the Alzheimer’s patient doesn’t know that.) Those are the ones who can still talk. Not everyone is that lucky. Some stare at the wall catatonically for hours, or are so lost they don’t understand that the “toy” they found in their pocket is actually shit from their diaper. Disintegrated minds are a horror I wouldn’t want to wish on anyone.
Whether in the top left scenario or when suffering from Alzheimer’s, you’re an isolated, broken brain that can barely communicate with itself, let alone with others. Other people are around, but they aren’t going to fix you. The difference is, someone with Alzheimer’s eventually gets the release of death.
All of these scenarios suck, but I think the bottom left sounds the most potentially-enjoyable. If the worst thing happening is a “time dilation glitch” and I’m already conscious for eternity in each scenario, then does it really matter? Time would eventually be meaningless anyway. At least my mind would be intact and there’s no explicit pain (physical or emotional) involved.
The top left reminds me of Alzheimer’s, so I ruled that one out immediately. Spending enough time in a nursing home, seeing people who are perpetually confused… it’s terrifying. Their emotions take over as their rational mind deteriorates, leaving some people angry or depressed every waking moment (at least. That is, I wouldn’t be surprised if their dreams are horrifying too.) People rarely know what year it is, and start to panic because they realize they haven’t fed their baby in a while (which is technically true, as “their baby” is now 60 and fully capable of feeding themselves. But the Alzheimer’s patient doesn’t know that.) Those are the ones who can still talk. Not everyone is that lucky. Some stare at the wall catatonically for hours, or are so lost they don’t understand that the “toy” they found in their pocket is actually shit from their diaper. Disintegrated minds are a horror I wouldn’t want to wish on anyone.
Whether in the top left scenario or when suffering from Alzheimer’s, you’re an isolated, broken brain that can barely communicate with itself, let alone with others. Other people are around, but they aren’t going to fix you. The difference is, someone with Alzheimer’s eventually gets the release of death.
All of these scenarios suck, but I think the bottom left sounds the most potentially-enjoyable. If the worst thing happening is a “time dilation glitch” and I’m already conscious for eternity in each scenario, then does it really matter? Time would eventually be meaningless anyway. At least my mind would be intact and there’s no explicit pain (physical or emotional) involved.