I guess I’m now stuck in the digital world with my companions that consist of a pile of sentient poop and a Dinosaur that can breath fire and talk. Both of which will experience the cycle of life, death, and re-incarnation roughly every few weeks.
I will chill in the idealistic socialist town and happily eat the freshly grown meat straight off the vine that the living plant monster gives out to everyone for free daily
I am quickly fragged by space-aged weaponry, provided I don’t explode from the strange atmosphere. Best case scenario isn’t good, food seemingly doesn’t exist.
Well, the base is on an island with fairly good turret protection from the biters, but I dont know anything about engineering, so Id probably shut down the factory except for the bullet farm, make a comfy nest in the wreck of the ship, and go fishing.
If as myself, i’ll try to stay away from the US portion of Earth. They get attacked a lot. If as my character, I guess i’ll just have to make a Captain’s Log noting this strange phenomenon before giving the order to warp towards my next mission for Starfleet.
Life in Star Trek is easier than most, if you’re in the right place.
As myself, not at first unless impossible to avoid. Eventually though, probably yes. As my character, definitely.
I’d also regularly make a clone and store it somewhere safe as backup, because there are a thousand ways to die in space and i doubt to be special enough and avoid them all.
Technically, we already are. I don’t know the conversion rate, but most of the body is being replaced by new cells constantly. So using the transporter would mostly be just changing to a new set of cells. But i’m rather attached to my own, homegrown cells. Feels cozier.
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