Hey Lemmy,

Long story short, I got unlucky. At age 18, I got one of those nasty neurodegenerative diseases that slowly deteriorates the body’s nervous system. Now at age 21, after ravaging my vision, bladder control, balance, memory, heart rate, cognition, and sense of touch, it is now taking over my breathing. My breathing simply doesn’t work during sleep anymore. It slows down and stops entirely before restarting again. I read that this is likely because the disease finally reached the part of the brainstem that controls breathing, and that if it gets worse, it may be fatal. It would appear that I’m hanging on at 1 HP, and the next attack could be the one that does me in. It’s getting uncomfortable knowing that every day is another roll of the dice, because I don’t think mine have many sides left.

I want people to know that life was the greatest fucking thing to ever happen to me. I loved it all, even the parts that sucked, just because I got to take it all in. The highs of joy, the lows of sadness, the good, the bad. People will say “Too bad he never got to live a full life,” but I say FUCK that! This was fucking incredible! This IS a full life because it’s the one I got, and just the chance to experience this universe is so unbelievably goddamn beautiful. You think I’m going to complain when we are basically supercomputers, made up of incomprehensibly complicated microstructures, and we have the technology to experience the richest and most creative worlds other humans have to offer ON TOP of that?? HELL NO! From my perspective, there was nothing, and then there was the most beautiful, intricate, and awe-inspiring light show - incomprehensibly detailed, amazing, and endless. Whoever gave that to me, I just want to say that I fucking love you. Whether it’s God, the creator of the simulation, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, or mathematical soup, there is no string of words in the English language to describe how grateful I am. How the FUCK did this happen?

I’ve been writing a lot recently in a note-taking app called Obsidian. I’m using it to record my thoughts about life and the person I was, because I want to share who I was with my family and the world. See, I was always sort of the black sheep in my family. I often kept to myself because I didn’t always have the best relationship with them. That was all well and good… until now. I realized that once I die, the essence of my personality will instantly be gone, and my family will only remember the boring, inoffensive outer shell that I presented. But I want them to know the real me, even if I think totally differently than them and even if some differences upset them, because at least then they will know what my actual, genuine feelings were. Because I had a whole lot of them.

I also wanted to share them with my Internet friends and the hundreds of people in my community who enjoy my projects. I think it would be really cool if people could browse my thoughts like a wiki (save for a few personal pages for just my family). Perhaps I could use something like Quartz for the site generation and GitHub Pages for hosting? I’d prefer if it didn’t incur cost. As for the notes for my family, I guess I could put them on a USB stick? The only problem is that it could decay or there could be a house fire or something like that.

One thing I’m a bit worried about is the idea that damage in specific parts of my brain could suddenly alter my personality or give me delusions that cause me to delete or remove everything out of some insanity that I can’t comprehend. I feel like I have to physically give my family a copy for them to hide from me in case I become a zombie. But then, what if I want to write more notes for them? Maybe I can have it published to the cloud somewhere and they periodically download it?

I wanted to pose the question here, because I think others might have better ideas than what I’m thinking of right now. I’d prefer something I could do in one day, since I really want to avoid risking more days without this. I just want to write and ideally be able to sync everything pretty quickly. My thoughts will never be complete, but I’ll have much more peace of mind knowing that people will at least see what I have written so far.

  • Margot Robbie@lemm.ee
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    1 year ago

    I’ve had many similar thoughts on the topic of death in recent months.

    The solution I came up with was to comment my thoughts on everything on public forums such as this one, any time I can, for as much as possible.

    Everything you post on here is distributed and recorded through thousands upon thousands of federated servers around the world, and as long as you don’t delete them, these comments will be there, long after I’m gone.

    And the web scrapers used for AI large language models will inevitably pick up my words and thoughts here, and a small part of who I am as a person will always live on, compressed within these LLMs.

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      1 year ago

      That’s a very poetic way of looking at the way our data on these forms will be processed and ingested by LLMs in the coming years. I have been considering cloning my own voice and experimenting with the multitude of use cases that can provide.

      All the developed literature as well as entirely documented human lives… Readily available with numerical recipes for their processing and integration into whatever societal infrastructure comes out of where we’re headed right now.

      It was strange for me to come to terms with that. The crowd that Lemmy fosters is such a different subset than the general population. Sometimes I wonder what growing up online will do to people down the line from us.

      It’s heart rending to hear what you’re going through, OP. I’m sure your family will sincerely cherish what you write. I also agree with others who have mentioned to add stipulations on how you want your thoughts to be used. Not to speak for you, but I wouldn’t want my likelihood desecrated in some manufactured effigy long after my death.

      Not to say I didn’t spend a fair chunk of my own life online, but with the advancements in materials and manufacturing methods, I wonder what storage devices and technologies will become sarcophagi for our archived lives…

      Wishing you wonders in your last moments, OP.

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      1 year ago

      That last para made me realise we 100% live in a dystopian world