when hypotheticals come to mind, the first one i think of is: "would you want to be immortal?"
now whether it be the reason of your choice or the counterargument, the baseline is that it sucks to see your loved ones die and the world burn around you over and over and over again. and at the end of the day, it's all just a silly little conversation. nothing is immortal.
nothing perceptible anyway.
the extraordinary thing about emotion is that it's abstract. it can't be touched or smelled or bitten into. it's just...there. it's ingrained into every living being regardless of your competence, conscience or clarity. it's what babies feel without being taught how to. it's what feeds your brain, giving it raw power to make decisions that ruin your life. emotions are beautiful.
the most beautiful one being, of course, hate.
because what can you feel when all else dematerialises? what engulfs you from the minute you become aware of your own existence? when all you've grown up is with neglect and jealousy and avoidance? what corrodes you from the inside - bleeding into every crevice of your heart until the very cells scream for death?
hate has the legacy warriors dream of. it can and will never die. it trickles into every subset of your life. it sits as the subtext in conversations with your "friends". it presents itself in the micromisogny you have to ignore. it's in the overpriced food you consume and the rent you can barely pay. it rules the capitalist and authoritarian dystopia you survive in.
and the monopolist of hate is god himself.
because even when earth dies and crumbles and is replaced by a healthier, breathable land, and mother earth starts from the embers of its last life - where organisms flip the page and start afresh, when no conscience is in sight;
hate will present itself in the ones who die first. the ones who are too weak to evolve. the ones who are too stupid to live. because they were never meant to exist anyway.
they were only created for a sadistic little game. the one he watches from above, one he made to sustain the boredom of immortality. "survival of the fittest", they call it.
you know what the funny thing is? i hate that hypothetical.