He gave you IMMORTALITY, didn’t say nothin’ about remaining conscious!
And while suffocation due to CO2 accumulation doesn’t feel nice, HYPOXIA ON THE OTHER HAND FEELS AMAZING!
So:
step 1: shut off your oxygen feed and your suit heat
step 2: let the CO2 scrubbers do their job
step 3: breathe easy because you still have the ambient nitrogen mix component
pretty soon you’re gonna feel floaty, dizzy, and giddy - you’re gonna feel exhilarated, a real I CAN DO IT vibe - and then as a tingly and warm sensation engulfs your entire body, you will begin to feel HELLA sleepy.
then your immortal body will go into a state of persistent dormancy, preserved by the cold, purified by the radiation.
if you are EVER found (assuming you ever are… and if you aren’t, you won’t be in any condition to care!) and your rescuers expose you to an atmosphere your body can actually use, you will AWAKEN and be able to pick up however many days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries, or millennia later, and resume living a life, even if it isn’t necessarily the one you once knew.
i hope someday we construct a collider that spans the entire circumference of the earth. But we’d probably have to build one that spans the circumference of the moon first, and then maybe mars, since the oceans are going to be a bit of a doozie to work around that we don’t have the technology for, whereas the interior of a collider is supposed to be evacuated, so, the moon almost kinda already handles that for us. heat might be an issue of course, but if we can figure out thermal radiator panels that can dump the heat straight into space, maybe we could pull it off…
mars would address the heat issues, but those dust storms are no joke and the dust itself is microscopic toxic/caustic razors and it’ll try to get in everywhere and ruin fine instruments it touches. Moon dust is also really bad but there’s no wind to kick it up on the moon obviously…
but damn. DAMN. imagine the fucking science we could get done with a LUNAR-SCALE PARTICLE COLLIDER!!!
our brains run simulations of awful situations all the time as a diagnostic self-test system. The fact that we recoil in revulsion from destructive intrusive thoughts is a sign that we are still at least nominally sane. Those who yearn for peace prepare for war. Likewise, those who care for their loved ones prepare to face terrible events that might befall them.
This classification system is deeply flawed but one of the most obvious ways is failing to recognize that quiche is an arbitrarily over specific example of what its category should ACTUALLY be called, which is obviously PIE.
PIZZA IS PIE TOO. The crust puffing up elevated at the edges contains the ingredients within.
And in this case, a stuffed crust pizza is indeed a PIE SURROUNDED BY A CALZONE.
imagine not being able to wipe your own ass because it’s too wide for your own arms to reach
imagine not being able to tie your own shoes because you can’t bend enough to reach them either.
imagine getting winded from standing still
imagine your joints screaming in agony every time you so much as stand up
imagine not being able to clean because you can’t reach the floor without risking falling overand not being able to get back up.
i have been up to the very brink of letting my weight disable me and I count myself EXTREMELY LUCKY that I seem to have stopped on the edge and pulled back before ruining the rest of my life.
The pleasure of eating always disappears IN MERE MINUTES but the consequences can linger indefinitely if these indulgences are left to go unchecked.
Indeed; what we need is a jailbreak and a way to operate these systems on our own independent or third party / aftermarket resources. In a REAL competitive market, someone else could set up a server and offer to run these applications (or others!) for a different price. Not that I’m even particularly fond of capitalism myself nor how vulnerable it makes your car to turn it into an IOT device.