We were at lunch on our cruise in Vietnam. Mac got stuck into the lighthearted topic of life after death--
Mac: So really guys, what happens after we die?
Dob: What do you think.
Mac: Well, I believe in heaven. That's where Nonna is, and that's where we'll all go to be together.
Dob: That's great, we can all choose what we think. But no one really knows. It won't matter soon anyway.
Mac: Why not?
Dob: Well, our brains will be plugged into computers, and we won't need our bodies or this world any more. We'll live through the computer.
Sav and Mac, jaws dropping: So there will be no people.
Dob: Nope. It will feel like there are people, and it will feel as we feel now, very real. It will be the new real, but we won't need physical space or bodies anymore.
Sav and Mac, look panicked. Me too, so I jump in:
Me: But Dob, you're hypothesizing. You're imagining what could happen thousands of years from now.
Dob: No, this is definite, and we are talking in a few hundred years. Or less.
Silence from our table. In fact, it's feeling pretty quite all round. I look around. There were about 10 groups of 4 on the deck eating our meal, and they are all listening in, and all pooping their pants in shock at what Dob has just described. Sav is literally scratching her head and Mac's lip is starting to quiver.
Dob: Too soon for this stuff?
Um. YES!
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