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If anybody has any clue of my existence 200 years after my death, I’ll be very surprised.
With the sheer amount of data being gathered and kept for every person, in the far future a common school assignment could be being assigned some random nobody from our times and having to piece together their daily life by cross-referencing archived social media records.
I’ve had a class do this for women that lived in my city 100 years ago. We had them pick folks out of the voter rolls for the first general election women were allowed to vote in.
Some of the papers got wicked detailed.
Unbeknownst to you during life, you were actually made into a meme based on a still frame of an embarrassing video that some stranger took of you without your knowledge, which was stripped of all context before going viral.
The digital archaeologists of the future have found the meme, and now you’ll forever be remembered as “the person who makes O-face while spilling coffee.”
You should have sold the wrong-grade copper too.
Someone finally found the time capaule your class buried when you were 10.
Maybe I could be a fallout skeleton, slumped over a terminal with some intersting shit written on it.
On our village cemetery there’s a central pillar where all the vicars serving here since the 1600s are carved in. While hiking the other day in the woods north of here, I found a large stone monument between two oak trees that memorizes the man that owned that bit if forest in the 1800s. It’s not that hard to somehow reach that status.
Step 1: build a gigantic 10-meter tall stone monolith and put your name on it and make up a bunch of mystical shit.
Step 2: put it in the back of your car and leave it in a forest
Step 3: time
Step 4: Eternal profit
10-meter tall stone monolith
back of your car
How big do you think my car is???
At least 3 elepants
10-meter tall stone monolith back of your car
US-American SUVs be like.
My grandfather and grandmother on my mothers side were born in the 1920s. They died in a car accident 1989, when i was to young to remember. I only know them from photos.
I am possibly amongst the last people that know of them, but i can’t claim to have known them. Assuming that random people count into the rules, there might be somebody who was four in 1989 and has for some reason some memory of some interaction with my grandperents. If thad person lives 100 years, to 2085, thad still is over 100 years short of 200.
TLDR think 200 is far of, it’s more like 100 years.
Well now we all know of them too, so you aren’t the last! Sorry for your loss.
The prompt says “know you once existed,” not “knew you personally.” I’m sorry for your family’s loss. Even if you can’t pass on a firsthand memory of them, you have the power to learn about them and pass on the knowledge that they once existed.
I know that my great-great-great-grandparents August Bergstrom and Anna B. Bergstrom née Johnson once existed. They immigrated to the United States from Sweden in 1881 and settled in Gibson City, Illinois. They had six children, including my great-great-grandfather Claude Otto Bergstrom. I have photos of their grave markers. According to family legend, Anna was to be a mail-order bride but fell in love with one of her traveling companions, August, and married him instead. God willing, this will not be the last generation to know that August and Anna once existed.
You know far more about your great-grandparents than I do. I’m not even sure about their names.
Familysearch.org has been a blessing!
If you have a kid at like 70 years old and they also have one around the same age you could make it to 200 but yeah I think the average might even be under 100
I remember reading a novel that said you stay in the afterlife as long as any living person knew you personally, but then a global plague starts killing everyone
The last people in the afterlife were the personal friends of a science team that had been stationed in Antarctica.
This should be the plot to Coco 2
I have a problem with that movie. They say that once nobody alive remembers you, you disappear from the afterlife… But they don’t know if it’s a real disintegration or just another portal, like death. Maybe the ones that “disappeared” exist in another plane while someone in the “first” afterlife remembers them.
It’s afterlives all the way down
Genealogists being the vain of people’s afterlife like, ding! One random person knows about you because you married your first cousin and travelled to New York on a boat once
When you’ve been relaxing for thousands of years and then suddenly your notifications start popping off like an avalanche of church bells.
Not to be that guy, so I stop here
And was rude to the customer as well.
