At first, everything seems pretty swell: people from all over come to talk to you, you’ve been tapped to reconstruct some languages and customs from your failing memory, etc. etc. Wonder why they have mirrors everywhere, though.
Then you ask to access your bank account, and they laugh in your face.
You don’t have rights, you disgusting monster.
You’re part of the cretinous, self-indulgent generation who nearly ruined our planet, and whose crimes and demeanor are so horrible we can’t even contemplate them.
You’ve already been judged [i]in absentia[/i], and the only reason, the only reason at all you’re here, is to help us understand how not to be like you.
You look at the mirrors, and you realize they’re two-way.
You’re in a zoo. You’re never getting out. You don’t even know what “out” is like, and you never will.
“So, specifically my generation, not my parents’ or Queen Victoria’s or… yours? That’s a bold strategy, let’s see if it pays off.”
Maybe I have to spend a thousand years entertaining myself by making up total bullshit about my culture to troll the scientists, but eventually some group with completely different political beliefs will takeover, and maybe I’ll share the same fate as the zookeepers but I’ll damn sure be beaming the smuggest shiteating I-told-you-so grin at the zookeeper while the 41st-century neonazis hang us both in their day of the rope.
But ok, sure, maybe it’d really suck, but the plausibility? Future generations collectively decide that punishing individuals for the crimes of the generation they were born in makes sense, future generations believe my generation committed crimes worth being that harsh in punishing, future generations think it’s plausible they might accidentally commit said crimes but still find members of past generations culpable, criminals don’t have rights in the future, future generations fail at between-generations prisoner’s dilemmas, somehow the best way to learn about a previous generation is to examine in vitro an extremely eccentric sample of said generation… there could be more, but that’s already enough conjunctions to flush the probability down the wazoo.
You have been revived.
At first, everything seems pretty swell: people from all over come to talk to you, you’ve been tapped to reconstruct some languages and customs from your failing memory, etc. etc. Wonder why they have mirrors everywhere, though.
Then you ask to access your bank account, and they laugh in your face.
You don’t have rights, you disgusting monster.
You’re part of the cretinous, self-indulgent generation who nearly ruined our planet, and whose crimes and demeanor are so horrible we can’t even contemplate them.
You’ve already been judged [i]in absentia[/i], and the only reason, the only reason at all you’re here, is to help us understand how not to be like you.
You look at the mirrors, and you realize they’re two-way.
You’re in a zoo. You’re never getting out. You don’t even know what “out” is like, and you never will.
“So, specifically my generation, not my parents’ or Queen Victoria’s or… yours? That’s a bold strategy, let’s see if it pays off.”
Maybe I have to spend a thousand years entertaining myself by making up total bullshit about my culture to troll the scientists, but eventually some group with completely different political beliefs will takeover, and maybe I’ll share the same fate as the zookeepers but I’ll damn sure be beaming the smuggest shiteating I-told-you-so grin at the zookeeper while the 41st-century neonazis hang us both in their day of the rope.
But ok, sure, maybe it’d really suck, but the plausibility? Future generations collectively decide that punishing individuals for the crimes of the generation they were born in makes sense, future generations believe my generation committed crimes worth being that harsh in punishing, future generations think it’s plausible they might accidentally commit said crimes but still find members of past generations culpable, criminals don’t have rights in the future, future generations fail at between-generations prisoner’s dilemmas, somehow the best way to learn about a previous generation is to examine in vitro an extremely eccentric sample of said generation… there could be more, but that’s already enough conjunctions to flush the probability down the wazoo.