We could also have some fun. Resurrect former U.S. presidents and make them fight in a cage match. Though depending on magic rules, I’d probably need to find their corpses, which would be tricky.
I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.
Some guy: “I love falin and marcille, but what about falin and sh…”
Me: EXECUTION
I think the human race needs an additional 100 years of (healthy) lifespan. I honestly think it'd solve some of our problems and probably make us chill out in general.
The pressure to have children by 20 to 30 in most places would no longer exist. That is something you don't have to worry about until you're 50 or 60, by the time you are more wise to the ways of the world and you can avoid being trapped in a terrible relationship for the sake of the children.
The young would be much more reluctant to take part in wars, as there is far more life ahead of them. Artists and writers would have more time to create closer to their true potential. There'd be less reason to have a midlife crisis and the mad drive to accumulate enough savings for retirement would not be as pressing.
The memory of historical failures would stay around for far longer. Those who lived through the horrors of industrialisation, slavery and totalitarian movements would not let the young make the same mistakes. People would be harder to fool. Imagine if a politician tried to slag off unions in front of voters who were child labourers in 1900. Politicians will take long-term threats more seriously, because there's a good chance they'll be seeing the consequences.
At the same time, accidental death would be more frightening. We'd probably be a more cautious species - the effects of this would flow into many areas. Technological progress would slow from a furious boil to a reasonable simmer as society would have more time to think about the New Things critically and test them with greater rigour. Think of how many lives have been lost over the decades because we were blazé about Asbestos.
At the same time, there might be greater hierachy related to age. The young might have less of a say in society, as they are encouraged to gain more knowledge and experience first. Those who are close to the end of their lifespan might be treated worse, because this is a more distant prospect to most people. Though it might not necessarily turn out that way; since people live longer they are more likely to become disabled by accidents, so society puts more resources toward ensuring the disabled and eldrely can live full lives.
nothing hurts as much as the day i found out this character was a man and not a beautiful lesbian
Playing with my femininity and using it in my favor to feel extremely sexy, for myself and for other lesbians, is so much fun... knowing my looks could be the one of a guy's dream girl, but turning around and being a femme man hating lesbian and ignoring every single one of them feels like a gift.
looking at you with my tiered exhausted eyes. Are you a TERF or a radfem?
No, in fact I am a trans woman :)
Then, there is the urge to be popular vs the urge to be undisturbed, like a subaquatic moray eel.
I usually end up coming off as quite intense even when I am not meaning to. Maybe this scares people off. If so, they are unworthy.
Lofts, stairwells, fire exits, sofas, rooftop doorways, alley bridgeway windows and a woman who knows how to stand in them and be sharp. I normally take exception to celebrity rebloggary with the fame shortage and all, but I must make an exception exception.
photographed by Collier Schorr for W Magazine March 2018
In reality, I will be walking away with a reasonable fee, all under the table of course (wouldn’t want the ethics committee to find out), and the lucky patients will eventually notice they don’t bleed when they get a papercut.
I’d be 100% a necromancer if possible. But I wouldn’t be the type that brings back mindless hordes of zombies. There are plenty of other ways to be…ethically ambiguous.
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