I find the pursuit of immortality overrated, given those who seek it often do so at the cost of quality of life, of their own humanity, of the community around them. To choose immortality (or functional immortality ie. you live a long long long time and only die if something kills you) is to choose a life of isolation, of looking at mortal society through a soundproof window. It doesn’t matter how powerful or prominent you are, or how you intend to wield your supernatural lifespan, you will always be looking upon humanity as a thing apart. Functional immortality leaves you alone in a world that trudges on without you, always, without the promise of an end.
So let’s leave the promise of immortality behind and instead look at the obsession, the innate desire for the longest life possible, for looking younger than your years. Oh, to be beautiful and ageless forever, DeepFake Audrey Hepburn advertising Dove Chocolates long after my premature demise. I shall be young and beautiful and trapped forever within the digital realm for all to ogle at.
Gross.
Aging is unavoidable, which is what makes it so lucrative for the beauty industry. Try hyaluronic acid for your fine lines and wrinkles, this skin scrub has micro-diamonds in it for better exfoliation, plump your lips with silicone filler and freeze your face with botox. Here’s my method for preventing aging by never ever smiling for real. My life is rotten, my heart is hurting, I look absolutely perfect. Didn’t you see? I even drew on a heart-shaped beauty mark to cover the fact that the lead and arsenic in my facepaint is melting my skin off.
I think I’ll just age and die, take my mutability as a gift. Thanks.
from the pen of icarus blake 
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