I actually understood the meaning behind all of the later Dune novels, and I see myself as a bit of a Fremen, exceptionally arrogant, and prepared to suffer immensely simply to live, nevermind to succeed. I have awesome, finely-honed survival instincts, certainly, whereas a lot of people in the modern world have basically seen their's atrophy.Admiral Valdemar wrote:You didn't drink Kool Aid as a little girl, did you, Marina? :P
As I once explained to a friend, I want to die at the age of 135 - 140 or so with half my organs being cloned replacements, half my limbs cybernetic replacements for the blow off bits, a half a dozen gunshot wounds, some tissue grafts from recovering from serious burns, some internal scarring in my lungs from a couple diseases survived, metallic-looking artificial eyes projecting out of my face, scars everywhere, and a dozen surgeries to keep my beauty or so, having successfully circumanavigated the globe, crossed the Antarctic, scaled a few mountains, led a mercenary army, managed a few railroads and renewable powerplants, gotten involved in radical politics, and attempted to take over a country, and then settle down in my old age to write my memoirs and a few books of philosophy and oversee the building of an ornate tomb for my mummified corpse when I finally kick over.
I want to use myself up. I'll lead armies at 90 like Narses, given the chance. Retirement is anathema for me. I want to be active until the moment I die, and I want to throw myself into every challenge that I can. Every moment... Should be worthy of a book to itself. What is the bloody point of living if you don't strive for the likes of that? I've always been a pretty virulent feminist, and I will confess that I want to do pretty much everything I can to show that the playing field can be levelled with enough effort, even if--and maybe so much the better--that brings about suffering on my part, because suffering builds strength of personality.
There's a reason In the Storm of Steel is one of my favourite books; I'm openly envious of Ernst Juenger's life.
I've a pretty good shot at it, too; I'm a good writer, a good orator, there's no family conditions, and my relatives regularly live into their mid-90's just with modern medicine, and I'm very fit and have excellent pain tolerances and ability to go without nourishment or sleep for extended periods of time.
I'm an incurably addicted adrenaline junky, more or less, and peak oil sounds like the sort of monumental challenge which will shake up the current boring order of self-indulgent pettiness in the suburban classes of the western world. All this considered, I bet you can understand how I came around to these viewpoints on peak oil--I am tired of living in a society dominated by people who define their lives in terms of security guards on every corner, a walmart in every city, and a reality show on every channel.