It doesn’t get any easier, attending the
funeral of someone you love. This was the funeral of my wife, one of many
wives. I’m telling you this, because she is one
of my fondest memories. Where humans are concerned, love is the only
law, and that’s coming from a man that has literally seen everything. She was a healthy 146 when she died...yeah,
science never came up with a solution for falling off a cliff. A man next to me utters the usual refrain,
“She was a fine woman. My thoughts and prayers are with you.” Humanity went through many changes, but in
terms of death speech, we were always predictable…right up until the last human took his final breath. The year of my wife’s funeral I was technically
387 years old, which made me a baby in relative terms. Those days they only used aqua-mation, dissolving
bodies in water. Basic stuff, it would turn out. The universe will disappear one day, and I’ll
be there, but I guess you wanna know how it got to that point. I was born on January 1st, 2000. I have no idea who my parents were, since
the story I’ve been told is that I was found by three hikers on a hilltop, wrapped in a
blanket of fur that was slightly lit by the North star. I went into foster care, but around the age
of 18 I told my foster parents I wanted to travel the world. I got to the age of around 35 and I think
that’s about the time I stopped aging. When I hit 45, people would say to me, “Ooh,
you look so good for your age.” When I hit 55, things got really weird. I had to start telling everyone I was taking
supplements. In the end I just left the country, not wanting
to become a scientific research project. The good thing was that I was almost constantly
on the move and seemed to be good at everything I did. My first life was easy. I had a natural aptitude for anything, and
when I say natural, I mean I could do anything I wanted. Back when humanity was still here and in its
early stages, I was a doctor, a professional rugby player in New Zealand, a Martian virologist,
a British biologist who spent most of his time studying fleas, a very successful autonomous
flying vehicle salesman and a fairground puppeteer in New Hampshire…Oh, I can’t mention all
the jobs, there were lots of them before work became almost obsolete. I had as much money as I needed, when we still
used money of course, although it was sometimes difficult keeping my identity hidden when
banking the stuff…when we still had banks. Banks, we would later say, were from “The
Second Dark Age.” You’re probably wondering how I managed
to not have an accident and maybe get all chewed up. Well, back before we started eating only lab-made
artificial meat, I fell into an industrial meat grinder. I’ll take that as my best death ever. I loved that job, too, being an expert in
every lifetime gets boring after a while. So, I was sausage meat. Don’t ask me how it happens, but after every
death I would just wake up in some place in this same body. One body could die, but another would appear. I’d look in the mirror and I was the same
man. I had a soul, and it seemed it was immortal. I kinda liked the days when accidents were
common, it made life more fun. But once humans stopped working and using
machines do all the work, people didn’t have many accidents. But like I said, one of my wives fell off
a cliff...may she rest in peace. She was the only one I stayed with until the
end, because I’d told her my secret. The rest I left after a few years. That wasn’t always easy, I can tell you. Ok, so let me take you through the first chapter
of my life, the short period of about 500 years. It will have to be an abridged version, because
I’m pretty sure you don’t need to know about all my personal romances, achievements,
and so on. This story is about you guys, not about me. All I’ll say is after a hundred or so funerals
it doesn’t get any easier. Love is infinite, and listen to me when I
tell you, it is the greatest thing in the universe. You guys actually figured that out for a while,
after the “Great Machine Occupation” and ensuing war. When you finally did away with class oppression. Hundreds of years before that war, you guys
got pretty good at creating artificial intelligence. This meant a lot of you had no jobs to do,
but the problem was, this created inequality like the world had never seen. This started around the 2050s.. Before you start thinking that we could replicate
human brains in robots that were just like us, stop, because we never could. There is something in you all that cannot
be replicated. It was the great mystery for scientists of
all ilk, and that was, what is consciousness. What makes you, you? It’s your soul, and when you die, it doesn’t
mean that you become a ghost and start moving around household objects just to scare American
families to death, it just means you are a presence. You have been left behind, a kind of after-effect,
but something that now has no thoughts of its own. You become part of everything, just as that
Dutch philosopher Baruch Spinoza said, when he wasn’t grinding those lenses of his. You have a soul, and we are all connected. That’s why, my friends, that love is the
law. Don’t you ever forget it. Anyway, enough with the lecturing. So, in the early third millennium we started
using some world-changing technologies. We used these to create robots that did most
of the work for us. They were not at first that intelligent, so
no, they didn’t sit down with you and chat about your ongoing agony regarding your sense
of futility. They were like Alexa, with better answers. They did all the hard work, and partly because
of this, we had less to do. At first there was “The Great Divide”
when anyone who owned these technologies grew incredibly rich, but then there was the “Great
Revolt” and incredibly rich people soon understood that it was no good being rich
when you were dead. We soon genetically engineered most of our
food, and we put an end to environmental degradation. The world flourished for a while. We called this, “The Second Renaissance.” We still had cattle, but things like cows
became almost ornamental. We actually had a pet cow and she was lovely. My girlfriend wanted to call her Daisy, but
we decided on Ermintrude. We could even make genetically engineered
milk. Humans from 2250 looked back at humans in
2020 as total savages. Those barbarians, they said, were cruel, nasty...they
were imbeciles. We had colonized Mars by this time, but as
exciting as that might sound to you, people didn’t much like living in spaces from which
they could not move out of unless they wore a pressurized space suit. Life on Mars was a bit of a chore, even Elon
Musk would have admitted it was a bit dull up there if he’d lived to see it. At first Mars was more like a gimmicky thing. I think it was in about 2880-something that
we finally terraformed the planet. That means creating an inhabitable atmosphere
there. Still, I always preferred Earth. I remember a guy once joking with me when
we were on Mars – this was after we’d terraformed the place. I said to him, “It’s a bit of an anticlimax.” He laughed and replied, “Yeah, the grass
is always greener.” You’d only get that if you’d been on Mars,
because while we did learn how to grow grass on the red planet, it was never like the luscious
green grass of Earth. His joke was what you call a double entendre. Ok, so after the “Great Divide” came the
“Great Awakening”, and that’s when humans started sharing everything. We had no need to work really, and the work
we did was more in line with helping people and creating things. There was hardly any crime, and we viewed
the justice system of your time like you now view Medieval torture. The problem was, those machines we had created
had become super intelligent. That didn’t mean they could fall in love
and tell how great they thought the movie “Blade Runner” was, but it meant they
could solve problems that we couldn’t. By the way, we didn’t actually watch movies
in those days, we were movies. Virtual reality was as real as life, and you
could choose your story. As I said, this was great at the start. Machines didn’t just do all the heavy-lifting,
but they devised ways to make everything sustainable. The thing was, some idiot asked a machine
how to end depression, loneliness, anxiety, sorrow, all the human emotions we don’t
much like. The emotions that make us, us. The machine’s answer to that was a contradiction,
because for those emotions not to exist, we couldn’t exist. The simple solution to the problem was to
terminate us. This wasn’t out of animosity, like I said,
robots didn’t have feelings, our brains are way too complex. They wanted to terminate us because we had
asked the machines to solve a problem. It wasn’t personal. Some of those machines were weapons. While wars were a thing of the past, we used
powerful destructive devices for things like drilling and creating cities in places that
were once uninhabited, and we also stockpiled weapons in case of an extra-terrestrial invasion. You’ve also got to understand that simple
robots were household appliances. I had a robot dog that doubled as a lawn-mower
and a leaf-blower. It’s a long story, and I have a long way
to go, but I’ll tell you that before we won that war lots of human lives were lost. The super-intelligence was interconnected,
so before you could say “oops” the machines turned on us. A friend of mine was killed by his own fridge! In the end, we created another superintelligence
whose sole purpose was to defend humanity. Then we had something called “The Machine
Wars”, while we hid out in the “Underworld”, something that we'd created about a century
earlier. The Underworld was devised in case of natural
catastrophes such as asteroid hits or super volcanoes going off. As you’ll find out, we didn’t do a very
good job. So, the good machines won, and we never made
the mistake again of asking silly questions. Human emotions weren’t something you could
fix. We are what we are, even though a few whacky
transhumanist neuroscientists did try playing around with our brains a bit. All machines were made from then on with a
default mode that insisted they must self-destruct if asked to answer any question that could
endanger a human life. Let me tell you, it took about another hundred
years to get that right. As an example, a guy I knew asked his robot
if getting married was a good idea. The robot just blew up, right in front of
him. After analysing the guy’s and his girlfriend's
trove of personal data and taking into the probability of divorce, this was a dangerous
question. I should have told you that sometime in the
fourth century of the third millennia we had started living a lot longer, and living healthier
lives. This was mostly down to nanotechnology and
cell manipulation. The thing was, we never got past around the
age of 160. We just couldn’t figure that out, but after
time we realized it was the mind-soul thing again. The mind can have enough. It turned out that around the age of 160 we
just gave up. Maybe that’s just the way it was meant to
be. And yes, there is a mind-soul duality, a spirit
if you like...I’m living proof. To be honest with you, living forever isn’t
all it’s cracked up to be. There’s a beauty in death because it makes
you appreciate life. I had a bout of chronic depression that lasted
around 300 years because of that. I lost all purpose for a while. I begged for death. I prayed for death. Death was love to me. Without death, I lost the will to live. Anyway, I won’t bore you with my psychological
problems. We are going to move on now, to something
big. Around 3500 the Earth’s magnetic poles reversed,
or should I say, they had been reversing but something just happened fast. The fallout from that was more cosmic rays
hitting us and that meant more radiation. We had to hide underground for a while and
some people took off to Mars. Eventually we developed a way to deflect the
cosmic rays, but we lost a lot of humans to radiation-related sickness. The underground couldn’t sustain us for
long. A catastrophic event for you guys happened
about 5000 years later, and that was a super-volcanic eruption. This was so huge that the volcanic ash blocked
out the sun and covered a large part of the planet. This killed many people and animals and destroyed
much of what we’d built. Water supplies were contaminated and much
of our electronic infrastructure that we relied on was destroyed. It made a huge mess of the natural environment,
too. This event cooled the planet and the atmosphere
was filled with toxic gases. Suffice to say, it was a bit of a torrid time
for you guys, but much worse was to come. It was called “the greatest catastrophe
since the dawn of civilization” but of course you didn’t say it just like that because
the language you spoke didn’t sound much like the one I’m talking to you in. Language evolved. Do you understand this, “Ic bidde þe mara
slawlice to sprecanne.” I’m guessing you don’t, because it’s
old English. It meant, “Please speak more slowly.” Anyway, after the eruption the population
almost halved, since many people grew sick or died from lack of food and water, or could
not live in colder climates. This created mass migrations and with so much
infrastructure down, and so much panic, the era of the “Great Peace” was over. Many of you got all savagey again. Population decline made sure that getting
started again wasn’t easy, but I won’t bore you with the building details because
soon you are all about to become extinct. You’d survived world wars, you’d survived
machine wars…you just about got over a super-volcanic eruption, but in the year 13,462 you had a
period of global warming. The Wilkes Basin ice melted and the consequence
of that was sea levels rose three or four meters. The sun getting hotter was no fault of yours,
the fiery thing just turned up the heat. Cities near the coastline disappeared and
there was more migration. The eruption took much of the human population
with it, and the floods took a lot of what was left. The population was reduced again, and instead
of living in large communities connected globally, you started separating yourself from others
and surviving in small communities. It was a bit like the old hunter-gatherer
days, although strands of civilisation existed. The Earth had taken such a beating over these
years that the magnificent technological infrastructure that you had built had almost completely disappeared. Your peaceful ways were abandoned and like
brutes from the past, gangs of men would raid communities. The population problem was real, and even
women were stolen so they could procreate for various communities. You lived like this for thousands of years,
slowly re-building what you had built before. Communities again collaborated, but much of
what had been destroyed was not salvageable. You simply could not emerge as a technological
species because the Earth’s population has been reduced so much and you’d lost so much
infrastructure. You did at least have books and artifacts
from the past, but these were not understandable by the majority of people. Those on Mars fared better at first, but due
to the heating up of the sun that planet became almost uninhabitable. Because the terraformed environment there
was so much less diverse, the Martian colony became extinct first. The final blow, the coup de gras, came with
an impact from a large asteroid in the year 22,569. The impact created giant tsunamis and the
Earth burned. It threw so much moisture and dust in the
air that the sunlight was blocked. Some of you died quickly and others died slowly. I wept as I saw my two friends starve to death,
both of them wondering why I wasn’t worried at all. I wanted to die, but I had a long, long, way
to go. I wandered around that barren planet alone
for thousands, hundreds of thousands, of years. You could say this was quite a boring era
in my long life. I kept dying and reappearing. I was surely cursed to see this whole thing
through to the end. Life forms still existed, but most were small
animals. Snails became my best friends. I would hold them in my hand and talk to them. The first was named Brian. Then came Brian 2, and so on. I married Brian 3, out of sheer boredom. I must move on, because you need to know how
it all ends. Hundreds of thousands of years was nothing
in the great scheme of things. For millions of years I waited for something
to happen, for evolution to kick-start and you guys to slowly come back, for something
to crawl out of the swamp, for anything to happen. After a billion years things got so hot that
the oceans started to evaporate. After almost three billion years all lifeforms
were extinct except for me. My body no longer existed in its physical
form because of the severe heat, but my mind carried on. I really was a ghost. Billions more years passed and the sun started
burning hydrogen in a shell around its core, becoming a big red giant. Oceans of lava floated on the surface, before
the Earth itself was engulfed by the sun. I became mere consciousness in the universe,
like a God, able to witness the unravelling of this enterprise that started with a big
bang. After 120 trillion years, and man was I getting
bored by then, there were only about 100 stars left in the Milky Way. The missing ones had literally run out of
energy. I was still there, in space, just thinking,
“C’mon, just end this damn place.” I longed for the days I could fall into a
meat grinder or tell jokes on Mars. Life was beautiful and I missed it dearly. Finally, after hundreds of quadrillions of
years the whole place was empty, like a football stadium during one of your many pandemics. The Universe was a vacuum and we had entered
the “Dark Era”. But what was nothing, what exactly was nothing? Subatomic particles were still there. I couldn’t see anything in this darkness,
but I knew that those particles were busy trying to break down a barrier. I just felt it. They joined forces and stringed together,
propagating. I was witnessing a birth. “Uh-oh,” I thought, here we go again,
and I realised I was observing another Big Bang, this whole thing was starting again. I was seeing the eternal recurrence, a cycle
both violent and beautiful.The universe started kicking and screaming, like the 1000s of newborns
babies i’d fathered when humans existed. And that’s what I'm watching right now. I’ve got a long time to wait until I see
the next generation of you guys, but I’m at peace. In this cosmic arena there is more than just
matter. There is me, an eternal soul, a timeless monument
to the spirit, an enduring love and light that I can’t explain and don’t want to
explain. See you guys in the next life, a few billion
years from now. Don’t forget to be nice to each other next
time. Life is precious...that’s what you learn
when you live forever. Do you want to hear more about the universe? If so, we have some great treats for you. Watch one of these mind-blowing shows, “What
Are Some Mysterious Objects in Space We Can't Explain Yet?” or “Most Extreme Planets
In The Galaxy.”
Tbh i would find it quite interesting just from a silent observer standpoint and watch it all burn down