Friday 19 July 2024

The Room at the End of Time.

I have a thought experiment that I wrote for myself when I was young, about 11 or 12.
I've never met anybody who can give me the answer (well, my answer, although I've never met anybody who didn't just look confused, maybe I've not yet asked the right question) 
It goes something like this. 
For the assumption that the room you are in is the entire universe, it is the end of time, you share the room with one other. 
You are the last two. Of anyone.
There is no supernatural, there is no life after death.
You are in the room, you both are sitting on a sofa, watching television.
You are the one on the left side.
...
You have just died, painlessly, of old age, ceased, the conscious physical structure present in you stops.
It happened instantly, no time to even blink or form a thought.
Here's the question. 
Who are you now?

Reset the experiment.
The two are now three.
You are in the center seat this time, with the two to your left and right.
Again you die.
Who are you now?

Reset the experiment.
Three are now a city.
You sit in your apartment, solitary. 
A million people bustle around you.
Again you die. 
Who are you now?