I’d expect it to be more likely to wake up in a world worth living, especially considering they put all that effort into waking you up. Shouldn’t the idea that it isn’t be the one that needs to be substantiated?
If the people in the future put a lot of effort into waking you up, then that will be because they have a use for you (not necessarily vice versa).
Consider; if Omega were to suddenly turn up with a machine that, when you press the button, could instantly produce a perfectly healthy clone of William Shakespeare, with all his memories up to ten seconds before his death; then there would probably be a lot of English professors wanting to press the button. But would Shakespeare necessarily find our world today worth living in?
Eventually, probably yes; but on waking, it would seem a terribly confusing and dangerous place, where one cannot blithely stroll across the road and expect the carriages to avoid one, where some strange magic allows communication across vast distances and a single performance on the stage can be copied and broadcast across thousands of kilometres, repeated indefinitely and continually. Where every man has food of a quality that would surprise even a King, but few men have as many as a single servant. Where the language itself has shifted and changed, becoming something but barely recognisable. It would take quite some time to get used to the differences, and to become even comfortable in this vastly different world.
I’d expect it to be more likely to wake up in a world worth living, especially considering they put all that effort into waking you up. Shouldn’t the idea that it isn’t be the one that needs to be substantiated?
If the people in the future put a lot of effort into waking you up, then that will be because they have a use for you (not necessarily vice versa).
Consider; if Omega were to suddenly turn up with a machine that, when you press the button, could instantly produce a perfectly healthy clone of William Shakespeare, with all his memories up to ten seconds before his death; then there would probably be a lot of English professors wanting to press the button. But would Shakespeare necessarily find our world today worth living in?
Eventually, probably yes; but on waking, it would seem a terribly confusing and dangerous place, where one cannot blithely stroll across the road and expect the carriages to avoid one, where some strange magic allows communication across vast distances and a single performance on the stage can be copied and broadcast across thousands of kilometres, repeated indefinitely and continually. Where every man has food of a quality that would surprise even a King, but few men have as many as a single servant. Where the language itself has shifted and changed, becoming something but barely recognisable. It would take quite some time to get used to the differences, and to become even comfortable in this vastly different world.