First I'd like to thank you for the kind wish that I live to walk in the park at age 100.
However, unless there are meaningful advances in medicine or I am uploaded...I do not want to live to 100.
As things now stand:
"Old age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre."
While my personal list of time's ruthless war damage to my body is extensive, it pales in comparison to many who live in my Community.
I'm in Arizona (hot but dry...except now in Monsoon season). Came here 17 years ago from New York, best move I ever made; New York is a S h i t Hole, getting shittier every day.
I live in an Active Retirement Community of just under 10,000 homes.
When we first moved here there was the occasional death...to be expected.
Fast forward 17 years, when my wife comes home from billiards or swimming, reporting to me (I refuse to mingle with these nasty, crazy, alcoholic old fuckers) on the latest body count.
Joe has stage 4 pancreatic cancer
A man walked into the Auditorium with a gun taped to his head, he pulled the trigger.
Barbara is on chemo for breast cancer (after double mastectomy).
I go out for a walk and see Ron the tall athletic tennis player laying on his garage floor in the throes of a massive stroke.
On and on and on....The Grim Reaper does his shopping here, and like at Costco, he leaves with more than he came for.
I hear a big diesel engine and turn to the wife saying, "The meat wagon is coming for our neighbor."
I'm up every half hour peeing, the stenosis in my neck can make me a quadriplegic at any time (they say they can't operate, but that's another story), sleep apnea, removed thyroid because they "thought" it was cancer - it wasn't: they said they spared the parathyroids - they didn't. The herniation in lower back doesn't allow me to sit, stand or lie in one position for very long, both knees are bone on bone (what you get when you jump out of perfectly good airplanes at the age of 18 screaming Airborne!!!)
Old Age, unless you are the one in a million genetically gifted and luckily uninjured, is:
decrepitude....on and on...
The absolute worst thing about old age is that you become invisible and irrelevant.
I live the reality, I like my reality straight up and unsweetened. Anything science can do to get me out of this rotting carcass would be embraced by me; sign me up.
Oh...then I won't go to Heaven?
While I will vigorously defend your right to believe and practice your religion, with one exception which you can probably guess, and you do not force upon me, I ask that you respect my right to not believe in what for me is a mythical being.
I've been in and part of:
Born Again Church
In other words, I tried mightily to find "God". All I found were god$.
As far as "willingly serve AI"; why not? We willingly serve horrible people all the time; we do horrific things to other people at their behest. Hmm...AI or Mao or American Liberals? I'll go with AI.
I respect and honor Stephen K. Bannon's work in the Political Arena; however, his and Joe Allen's vehement opposition to our road to the future is myopic and biased.