The value of Now.

I am an easily bored Omega-level being, and I want to play a game with you.

I am going to offer you two choices.

Choice 1: You spend the next thousand years in horrific torture, after which I restore your local universe to precisely the state it is in now (wiping your memory in the process), and hand you a box with a billion dollars in it.

Choice two: You spend the next thousand years in exquisite bliss, after which I restore your local universe to precisely the state it is in now (wiping your memory in the process), and hand you a box with an angry hornet’s nest in it.

Which do you choose?

Now, you blink. I smile and inform you that you made your choice, and hand you your box. Which choice do you hope you made?

You object? Fine. Let’s play another game.

I am going to offer you two choices.

Choice 1: I create a perfect simulation of you, and run it through a thousand simulated years of horrific torture (which will take my hypercomputer all of a billionth of a second to run), after which I delete the simulation and hand you a box with a billion dollars in it.

Choice 2: I create a perfect simulation of you, and run it through a thousand simulated years of exquisite bliss (which will take my hypercomputer all of a billionth of a second to run), after which I delete the simulation and hand you a box with an angry hornet’s nest in it.

Which do you choose?

Now, I smile and inform you that I already made a perfect simulation of you and asked it that question. Which choice do you hope it made?

Let’s expand on that. What if instead of creating one perfect simulation of you, I create 2^^^^3 perfect simulations of you? Which do you choose now?

What if instead of a thousand simulated years, I let the boxes run for 2^^^^3 simulated years each? Which do you choose now?

I have the box right here. Which do you hope you chose?