I enjoy how you constructed this post, the 'Given that ...' opening of the 4th sentence being deliciously chosen to annoy. B+, would raise an eyebrow again.How I'm going to die? No. I wouldn't want to know that. Given that a lot of this is pre-ordained, and we don't have a say in it, we can't change it. But I'd rather not know.
As the myth says, they have the ability to see their own death.
Given a choice, would you prefer to know when you are going to die? Or not?
Surely if you could see the future, you'd change it and it would no longer be the future. So the whole power is pointless.
Surely if you could see the future, you'd change it and it would no longer be the future. So the whole power is pointless.
Say, for example, you know that you'll be killed in a freak accident in a specific location in Central Park, New York at 14:39 on 14/08/2027 when a dead bird falls out of the sky and hits you in exactly the wrong way. Would you willingly go there and be killed in that way?
Surely if you could see the future, you'd change it and it would no longer be the future. So the whole power is pointless.
Say, for example, you know that you'll be killed in a freak accident in a specific location in Central Park, New York at 14:39 on 14/08/2027 when a dead bird falls out of the sky and hits you in exactly the wrong way. Would you willingly go there and be killed in that way?
You'd end up surviving the fall, and being rushed to hospital. Somewhere along the way, they'd decide the unique injury you sustained could only be solved by Dr.Brooklyn, living in you guessed it...New York. Your ambulance breaks down just a few short blocks from the hospital, and your vitals start declining. The paramedics decide you're so close to the hospital they can rush you there on the stretcher...straight through Central Park happens to be the quickest route...you watch on in utter panic, oxygen mask stifling your screams to stop...I'd chuck myself off a cliff the day before. In your FACE, fate.
You'd end up surviving the fall, and being rushed to hospital. Somewhere along the way, they'd decide the unique injury you sustained could only be solved by Dr.Brooklyn, living in you guessed it...New York. Your ambulance breaks down just a few short blocks from the hospital, and your vitals start declining. The paramedics decide you're so close to the hospital they can rush you there on the stretcher...straight through Central Park happens to be the quickest route...you watch on in utter panic, oxygen mask stifling your screams to stop...
257 feet up, an aged pidegon takes it's last breath, plummeting to the ground as a harbinger of doom ready to join your destinies together once and for all...
Oh dang that's a bit more plausible than mine*hits trampoline which was carelessly dumped at the bottom of cliff and bounces back to top*
is it just a date and time or is it a horrific vision of fire and twisted airplane wreckage? or ooh ooh i hope i get bayoneted by a PLA infantry assault bot.