“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
9 comments:
Feel yourself that way?
Go read sci-fi.
Writers found multitude of ways around it. ;-)
Old... and falling apart? All the time. I'm more of the Lessing's son school....
Bram Stoker's "Dracula"... to bathe in wirgin blut!
"This way to the Great Egress"...
Upload mind into computer.
Rebirth(s) of different types.
Cyborgization.
Revitalization.
Et, cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Among other -- immortality thriugh EPIC fame. ;-p
I'll settle for anonymity through lyrical living.... I'd hate to have all my crimes remembered forever. :)
Hah.
Google "bit rotting"
;-p
Magnetic bursts? Radiation bit-flips?
They'll lose it all when the 1st EMP goes off...
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