“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
17 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...
Yawn.
Tesla's cage.
Hope you've got a supersized Surge Protector for the power cables and back-up power supply for powering all the data center server-farm cooling units.
And who needs data centers? ;-p
You have all my crimes stored on a memory stick inside a faraday cage? Wow, I didn't realize they meant so much to you....
In a supercomputer that runs our Universe simulation?
You think that Gaaawd, are not that capable as programmer, and allows memory leaks in his code?
;-p
Doesn't he store them all "frozen in time" in the event horizon of Black Holes? (Information paradox).
Naaah.
In a Davy Jons Chest. ;-p
...all aboard the Flying Dutchman!
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