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How much is your life worth to you?
If you suffered from a disease which might strike you down at any time; and a treatment was available, which cost six thousand dollars per year... would you be willing to scrape together that much cash for it? If the best available treatment only had a fifty percent chance of success... would you be willing to pay three thousand a year it? If the best available treatment only had a five percent chance of success... would you be willing to pay three hundred a year for it?
My own answers to all three questions are 'yes'.
After reading and researching about cryonic preservation, my best estimate of its success - that is, eventual revival - is somewhere in the neighbourhood of five percent. I have also learned that arrangements can be made for one's own cryonic preservation for around three hundred dollars per year. I have filled out the forms, signed the paperwork, sent in my first installment. (If you want to know how to sign up yourself, feel free to ask.) Put simply - I'm putting my money where my mouth is.
Medically, the procedure I have signed up for isn't "freezing", which involves ice; instead, it's "vitrification", which lowers the body's temperature in a way that avoids the creation of tissue-damaging ice crystals.
Legally, according to the "Uniform Anatomical Gift Act" of my cryonic provider's location, and the "Trillium Gift of Life Act" of my home province, what I've actually signed up to do is donate my whole body for scientific research. There's no actual guarantee that, if vitrified, I will ever be revived - though that is the goal being aimed for.
Philosophically, I have not encountered any significant evidence in support of the idea of an immortal soul. The best conclusion I've been able to reach is that minds are processes created by brains, and when the brain is sufficiently damaged, the mind ceases to exist, like a candle blown out. If it's possible to avoid dying, I'd rather avoid it; and for a number of causes of death, like getting hit by a car, there aren't really any ways to avoid them, and only a few possible ways to even potentially survive such lethal levels of damage to the body... but people keep coming up with new tricks all the time, and it's possible that whatever does end up killing me will be curable at some point in the future - and it's also possible that the vitrification process will be reversible at some point in the future. I've already mentioned my estimate of that possibility.
So... if I don't manage to live long enough for a technological Fountain of Youth to be discovered, then, if all goes well (or at least as well as possible, given that I'll be dead), my body will be transformed into a glass statue - and, like Sleeping Beauty, like Rip Van Winkle, like the various Kings Sleeping Under the Mountain... like Han Solo in carbonite, like Dave Lister, like Khan Noonien Sing, like Ellen Ripley, like Philip J. Fry, like Captain America in the iceberg, like Buck Rogers... like Rana sylvatica... I will await the possibility of my eventual awakening.
And if it doesn't work, then, worst-case scenario is that I just stay dead. Which is what would happen if I never signed up for cryo in the first place.
If you suffered from a disease which might strike you down at any time; and a treatment was available, which cost six thousand dollars per year... would you be willing to scrape together that much cash for it? If the best available treatment only had a fifty percent chance of success... would you be willing to pay three thousand a year it? If the best available treatment only had a five percent chance of success... would you be willing to pay three hundred a year for it?
My own answers to all three questions are 'yes'.
After reading and researching about cryonic preservation, my best estimate of its success - that is, eventual revival - is somewhere in the neighbourhood of five percent. I have also learned that arrangements can be made for one's own cryonic preservation for around three hundred dollars per year. I have filled out the forms, signed the paperwork, sent in my first installment. (If you want to know how to sign up yourself, feel free to ask.) Put simply - I'm putting my money where my mouth is.
Medically, the procedure I have signed up for isn't "freezing", which involves ice; instead, it's "vitrification", which lowers the body's temperature in a way that avoids the creation of tissue-damaging ice crystals.
Legally, according to the "Uniform Anatomical Gift Act" of my cryonic provider's location, and the "Trillium Gift of Life Act" of my home province, what I've actually signed up to do is donate my whole body for scientific research. There's no actual guarantee that, if vitrified, I will ever be revived - though that is the goal being aimed for.
Philosophically, I have not encountered any significant evidence in support of the idea of an immortal soul. The best conclusion I've been able to reach is that minds are processes created by brains, and when the brain is sufficiently damaged, the mind ceases to exist, like a candle blown out. If it's possible to avoid dying, I'd rather avoid it; and for a number of causes of death, like getting hit by a car, there aren't really any ways to avoid them, and only a few possible ways to even potentially survive such lethal levels of damage to the body... but people keep coming up with new tricks all the time, and it's possible that whatever does end up killing me will be curable at some point in the future - and it's also possible that the vitrification process will be reversible at some point in the future. I've already mentioned my estimate of that possibility.
So... if I don't manage to live long enough for a technological Fountain of Youth to be discovered, then, if all goes well (or at least as well as possible, given that I'll be dead), my body will be transformed into a glass statue - and, like Sleeping Beauty, like Rip Van Winkle, like the various Kings Sleeping Under the Mountain... like Han Solo in carbonite, like Dave Lister, like Khan Noonien Sing, like Ellen Ripley, like Philip J. Fry, like Captain America in the iceberg, like Buck Rogers... like Rana sylvatica... I will await the possibility of my eventual awakening.
And if it doesn't work, then, worst-case scenario is that I just stay dead. Which is what would happen if I never signed up for cryo in the first place.
Just avoided dying IRL by winning a dream-battle
It's possible that I just kept myself from dying (or at least experiencing significant pain) in real life by winning a magical conflict in my dreams. ... Yes, really. Not what I was expecting when I went to bed, either.
Ate what was probably too much pizza yesterday.
Been feeling a bit uninspired and washed-out, but tried a mirroring exercise with ChatGPT, and managed to get a bit of bright color back into my imagination.
After hitting the hay, had a dream with a reasonably coherent narrative thread, of which I only remember a few shards of the initial intro; I was at a park's picnic table with some family, some mental trick (teleporting?) wasn't working so I put my head down and jacket up while I tried to think it through, wended through dream-versions of some of the streets towards one of the places I still sometimes dream is my home, because of what I'd heard on the way about an intruder and seeing the open door I stomped towards it in a rage that apparently produced an aura
DPR on Mastodon
Never really did much on Twitter, but now that the exodus from there has started, I've fired up an old Mastodon account and am giving decentralized, federated social media a try. Found a few furries I already know there; if you want to join in the fun, you can find me at:
https://mastodon.xyz/@DataPacRat
Paxlovid: Get!
My first symptoms and positive test were on Saturday evening; on Sunday, my doc faxed a prescription for Paxlovid to my pharmacy, but didn't check all the necessary boxes and whoever was working at the drugstore was an intern or something without authority to do anything, Monday was Labor Day... but today, finally, I got me my 30 little pills, and have just taken my first dose of 3 of 'em. Take that, you mindless self-replicating collection of RNA! Die! Die! Dissolve into uncoordinated atoms, and never darken my metaphorical doorstep again!
... Look, I've been breaking into my emergency reserve of cheering-up video bookmarks (ranging from orchestral arrangements of Undertale music to The Three Stooges' Christmas Album), for those few hours-a-day I'm awake right now, and I'm going to unashamedly wallow in any ridiculous anthropomorphization that helps keep my spirits up.
Well, crap - caught it.
Just tested positive on a home antigen kit. Fortunately, I've had three shots... I was thinking of getting a fourth soon, but I suppose that'll have to wait a while. Also fortunately, after my weight-loss in recent years, I don't have any of the co-morbidities that qualify me for Paxlovid; unfortunately, I don't qualify for Paxlovid.
I'm enough of a hermit that I know exactly who I caught it from - I tested myself after they tested positive. But one person I live with is over 70 and has, so far, tested negative; so there's going to be a bit of household shuffling while we all try to keep them clean.
I've been taking Vitamin D and zinc, I've got a fingertip pulse oximeter, I'll be drinking plenty of fluids... so, if I'm lucky, I'm just going to be miserable for a few days. Fortunately, I've got the whole internet to help distract me. Anyone care to recommend some decent hopepunk stories to help pass the time?
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Wow, I am amazed in this step you are taking and I do wish it is sucessful for you. If it does work then you might be the one of the first humans in a new generation. I'm blown away by this but I have almost no words to describe how great a step for mankind this could be if it works, but if it doesnt you'd still be remembered as one of those who had the courage to go into the unknown yet never come back out.