The cool thing about being immortal is that you’d get to see how languages change. I think I would tirelessly and kindly correct anyone, “Well, eh they used that term for horses! haha”. I guess I’d be doing a British accent.
I imagine I’d have to hop from accent to accent to keep things fresh. Dynamic? I’d probably want to do some languages for months or years at a time.
I’d remember that I kinda know German. But then, wonder if we are cool cool over there or not. Probably just go to Austria instead. If I know German, I should be good in Österreich. Ha why do I remember that?
Wherever I am, I’ll be grateful to have the disposition that strangers don’t stare at. I’ll have 3 main variations of facial hair and 2 options for each. My point is, I probably won’t need to move places until maybe two generations of people have passed through.
twist one
I can’t imagine the level my intolerance for people and change could reach after a few hundred years. I imagine the technology would catch up and track me on down eventually. The good life would be over. To escape the authorities, I’d have to stow away on a tripping vessel out to trap some dangerous prey.
No one likes me but the Lieutenant Captain’s dog once they discover me on board. But I prove my worth when I save 4 of them in a raid from an alien ambush. I get promoted, and so does my Supervisor. They brag about me to a college dormmate*, who’s a General now, and officially put in a good word the following Monday morning.
But when I remember how my intolerance level could grow, I have to wonder if anything psychologically changes. Let’s say your body is immortal. Your body does not die because your cells don’t decay.
twist 2
If the cells in your body don’t decay, would you need to nourish your body? No, there would be no point. You could do it to blend in and all. But over time, you would carry a digestive system that serves no function.
But it wouldn’t atrophy because your cells don’t decay.