Slightly orthogonal, but I think you are rating some of your infinite worlds really badly.
You say that you like the one you call “Zone of happiness” (you would rather live there than some of the others). This strikes me as insane. To re-iterate, in the “Zone of happiness” there are an infinite number of miserable people, sharing the word with a finite number of happy people (that finite number is however growing). If this doesn’t already sound bad we can put some flesh onto the example to make it less abstract. Lets assume a world where there is a single happy person (the Tyrant) who rules over an infinite number of miserable subjects who attend to their wishes. Just to make the example more aggressive we can assume that the people in this world are somewhat different to normal people and they can in fact only be happy if they have an infinite number of people serving them. One day the Tyrant falls in love or makes friends or whatever and uses the standard hotel-room trick (even numbered slaves mine, odd yours) to make one other person a ruler over infinite subjects too (one more happy person). Then assume that this sort of thing happens at a steady rate averaging out to the 1-per-day you discuss. This is the “Zone of happiness”.
Or, another “Zone of happiness”. You live on a densely populated planet in a Galaxy scale empire spanning a million planets. You are sad and in pain. So is everyone you know, all the time. One day, millions of years into your life, you hear a rumour about a person in a distant galaxy who claims to actually be happy. On the same day you hear this God turns up and tells you that you are in fact in the “Zone of happiness” and that, of the infinite people in the universe, 1-per-day are becoming forever-happy. You suppose that the happy person in that far off galaxy you heard of is some lucky guy who finally hit there jackpot. Then you realise, No!, its infinitely more likely that the rumour is false, or that the person is lying. What are the chances that one of the happy people would just happen to be in your past light cone? Zero, that’s what. (And that will still be true in a million more years).
Slightly orthogonal, but I think you are rating some of your infinite worlds really badly.
You say that you like the one you call “Zone of happiness” (you would rather live there than some of the others). This strikes me as insane. To re-iterate, in the “Zone of happiness” there are an infinite number of miserable people, sharing the word with a finite number of happy people (that finite number is however growing). If this doesn’t already sound bad we can put some flesh onto the example to make it less abstract. Lets assume a world where there is a single happy person (the Tyrant) who rules over an infinite number of miserable subjects who attend to their wishes. Just to make the example more aggressive we can assume that the people in this world are somewhat different to normal people and they can in fact only be happy if they have an infinite number of people serving them. One day the Tyrant falls in love or makes friends or whatever and uses the standard hotel-room trick (even numbered slaves mine, odd yours) to make one other person a ruler over infinite subjects too (one more happy person). Then assume that this sort of thing happens at a steady rate averaging out to the 1-per-day you discuss. This is the “Zone of happiness”.
Or, another “Zone of happiness”. You live on a densely populated planet in a Galaxy scale empire spanning a million planets. You are sad and in pain. So is everyone you know, all the time. One day, millions of years into your life, you hear a rumour about a person in a distant galaxy who claims to actually be happy. On the same day you hear this God turns up and tells you that you are in fact in the “Zone of happiness” and that, of the infinite people in the universe, 1-per-day are becoming forever-happy. You suppose that the happy person in that far off galaxy you heard of is some lucky guy who finally hit there jackpot. Then you realise, No!, its infinitely more likely that the rumour is false, or that the person is lying. What are the chances that one of the happy people would just happen to be in your past light cone? Zero, that’s what. (And that will still be true in a million more years).