My follow-up is this, though; if you have to resort to memory wipes (And I grant you the ability to do that for free) then what's the point of living forever?
You don’t necessarily have to grant me memory wipes, my memory is kinda self wiping already.
You say “coping mechanism” as if I’m some sought of slacker.
Tails, fur, eyes, claws, opposable thumbs, sleep and forgetting are all coping mechanisms.
If my existence is pleasing to me, I’ll be happy to continue.
I think I may be more resistant to ennui than you.
I don’t have to look at the infinity of time ahead of me.
I take it a billion years at a time, that’s my philosophy.