What Would You Invent and Why?
Real life save-points; I chuckle at my silly idea. The probability of any such thing is slim to none at best. I hold back my laughter as my friend looks at me oddly. However, I cannot help but think of the possibilities if real life save-points could truly exist.
My mind wanders over to the points in my life that I would like to redo, to retry. Everyone has those, I think, moments that they wish they could retry; perhaps a botched relationship due to miscommunication, or an important test. One side of my mouth curls into a mirthful smile, so many things could be avoided if there were real life save-points, too bad they do not exist. I silently laugh, drawing more odd looks from my friend, theoretically the idea could exist, but it would require control over so many dimensions and time travel, two things that continually prove to be impossible, or so we are led to believe with our level of technology and Newton’s laws.
But, what if I could? The thought stills me completely. If that were possible I would be able to retry my worst moments in life, I could fix situations, within my lifetime of course. I begin to imagine the possibilities that people can have with real life save-points, so many disasters could be prepared for, terrorist attempts averted, wars and rebellions avoided. However, time rules come crashing down upon me, only natural disasters could be prepared for, for if other events were altered it would be unknown if an even worse event would take its place.
I shake my head, I am getting too in depth; I do not have time to think of the fail-safes for real life save-points. My friend once again stares at me, probably wondering if I am going crazy. I let out a quiet, unladylike snort, closing my eyes so I can imagine all the possibilities. Scenarios run through my head; I wonder how I would retry them if I could really create save-points in reality. However a nagging thought keeps popping into my head, would I still be in the same place today if I changed anything? I brush off the thought again, I know that I will never be able to create real life save-points; if they were even feasible, it would be centuries if not millennia to create such technology. Not to mention the time loop everyone would be stuck in due to their multiple attempts to fix their lives.
Bogged down by these details, I once again shake my head, most likely drawing another questioning stare from my friend. I do not have to think of all the consequences that having real life save-points would have, I am just thinking about why I want them and what I would use them for. My mind once again begins to drift, letting different ideas appear before it in a linear fashion. The common theme that people could fix their mistakes is present, just like before, they would no longer have regrets; they have fix the events they have been replaying in their minds. But why should it be only one way?
The thought of people reliving their best memories, making them even better perhaps, drifts into my head. There is always that one thing people would give anything to experience just one more time, the thrill and happiness an amazing experience gives, undiluted by changing memories. I know I would love to relive the week I spent at Virginia Aerospace Science and Technology Scholars Summer Academy again, I would not change a thing, but I would give anything to go back and experience it one more time. A smile creeps onto my face; there was nothing that could ever compare to Academy, I grew up and found a family there with my team.
But, a few moments after that smile settles, it drops just as quickly from my face. What if people became addicted to reliving their best memories? They would never form new ones or come back to reality. I shake my head, best not to think of such possibilities. After all, just like any god feeling it can become addictive. People could abuse save-points like drugs.
“Susie. What are you doing?” My friend’s soft voice cuts through my thoughts. I shake my head and smile.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” She raises her eyebrow.
“Thinking about what?” I chuckle.
