do you want to live forever?

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Yes, of course! Are you kidding me? There are so many movies to watch and books to read, so many games to finish and skills to learn. I want to see the world, I want to have a million different careers, I want to try everything. I want so much that it hurts, and forever would let me have it all.

No. Time is only valuable because it's scarce. I'm already so bad at spending my time well, I bet I'd waste eternity on I'll do it laters because really, I could do it later. I wouldn't be wrong, but I wouldn't be happy, either, and perpetual ennui sounds worse than perpetual nothingness.

Yes. Death is scary, when all you know is life.

No, because I don't know what forever means. I can't know what forever means. I stare into the far future and it is just as dark as the void, except that I don't know anyone who's gone there.

Yes, if the people I cared about could come with me. Look, immortality sounds lonely, if you're the only one who has it. But eternity with the love of my life? My parents, my friends? I'd give up near anything for more time with these people. Take the limit to infinity, and the conclusion is trivial.

No. I think that if I lived forever, my relationships would end up meaningless, even if everyone else lived forever with me. Is it really possible to love the same people for millennia? Would you become numb to human connection and forget what the sparks feel like? I've only been fighting hedonic adaptation for a short two decades, but I'm definitely losing ground. I have no confidence that I could keep fighting it for eternity.

Yes, I am drunk on life and its beauty. All I want is more of it.

No, I don't trust the monkey's paw.

Yes. The thought that I might drop dead someday lives rent-free in my head, and I wonder what it'd be like to live without it. Could I wholeheartedly hope for the white picket fence with the dog and the kids?

No. Life has had a lot of pain, and I take solace in the fact that there will be a release. It's the ultimate "this too shall pass," the lifeline, the stick you bite down on to let the pain pass. If it was gone, I would crack my teeth on the empty space where it used to be.

Yes, with an exit button. I don't claim to know my future self. Maybe eventually, I'll have had my fill of life and want to move on. It feels wrong to condemn that other self to an eternity without its consent, I guess.

No. I don't think I would still be me, after a long enough time. Maybe this means that the question doesn't matter, but I don't think I want to see myself become someone that's not me.

Yes. If I died, I'd never see the ocean again.

No. Getting closer to dying was how I learned how to live.

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

I don't know.