Sports?
Well, there won't be any generational change, and the same quarterback, weightlifter, or billiard player will keep charging across the field, lifting weights, or trying to aim with the cue stick for the billionth time. And the most important thing: there will be no New Faces! Sure, people will still be born, but the athletes who've been competing for hundreds of years just won't let them through and will crush them with sheer authority.
What are we gonna do?
In my previous book, I briefly touched on a topic that might seem slightly off from the main theme. But that's only at first glance.
In reality, it's directly connected to Immortality and could easily exchange a firm handshake with it. And as you might already guess (or maybe not, since you can't read my mind, so sorry for the weird setup), I'm talking about Space. Only Space.
Popcorn made from antimatter.
Immortality = Space.
To some extent…
And I'm not talking about the hope for a magic pill of eternal life handed over by some dudes from the Cassiopeia constellation, who'll land their interstellar Cadillac right on your front lawn and slip it into your palm. Since those guys haven't made an appearance on your podcast yet, bro, let's stick to relying on ourselves. It's not easier, but at least it's realistic.
And by the way, if you're into aliens, here's another huge goal to kill your boredom — finding them. And if you actually do find these individuals — studying their worlds and cultures.
You'll discover new cuisines, dances, swear words, and even types of pajamas. And if they exist according to rules and norms completely alien to us, then that's even more exciting and mind-blowing!
Maybe they're invisible couriers from some Universal Panspermia Delivery Service, planting life across new planets. Or maybe it's your grumpy grandpa, sprinting across galaxies, and it's way harder to figure out what he wants than to make friends with some cheerful greys.
Also, you probably like watching certain kinds of videos before bed, during work, or while riding the escalator in a packed crowd. No judgment from me! You've got every right to do what you want (though, among a crowd of people — not so sure it's a good idea to watch those videos).
But just think — how much crazy content you'll find on the interplanetary Pornhub.
And you might even get lucky enough to pull off the second greatest achievement after Neil Armstrong planting the flag on the Moon and saying that legendary line!
You'll be even cooler than him because you'll get to slide into a Titanian girl's DMs with a winking emoji and a line like: "Hey, sweetie. You look like a sentient protein smoothie. Wanna co-evolve? Whatcha doin?" Or maybe, after a few thousand years, you'll finally learn how to communicate properly and pick a classier opener.
However, if that mission feels too impossible for you and you prefer to stay a vulgar freak, here's a quick tip:
So yeah, if you're gonna act like a horny fool with a neural uplink, don't be surprised when alien flora starts sending you unsolicited bio-data packages. With teeth. Because sexually adaptive carnivorous flower from Jupiter's moon will send you a highly detailed scan of its... reproductive architecture. In ultra-HD.