There Could be a Situation Where the Only Rational Option/Choice is to Commit Suicide.

The One Who Searched for Truth. (Decided to only do one) Here we have Bob, the Pharmacologist. Bob has been trying to formulate the truth serum perfume. It seems to relax mice and merely make them experience a near-sleep state of mind. However when applied to chimps he noticed far more aggression in the females and far less from the males. Then he covered himself with it (wearing a mask of course) and went home to hug his wife Bob’s wife suddenly bursts into tears and explains how she had been sleeping with his brother for the past month or so and how she loved every minute of it and was looking for the first opportunity out of this nerd trap and into the lion’s den. She then snaps back to reality as he walks away and cries because she remembers what went on (unlike normal truth serum). He divorces her immediately but in the meantime goes back to work to test it on humans (which he knows will work on females at least). What’s interesting is the male subjects start bleating all their insecurities (a strict male no-no in society) “Oh my lord, if you knew how much more deserving of my life you are than me well I supposed we’d swap lives in a day. No wait, of course we wouldn’t my life is so damn rubbish.” On the other hand all female subjects worried less about heir insecurities and more about expressing their inner hatred of people they’re supposed to love (as his own wife did to him) “My gosh, when I first met my husband I was like ‘O.M.G. He is such a virgin” but then when we began to talk I was like “O.M.F.G. He is so cute, no way is he a virgin!” Then when we got down and dirty I realised “O……R.G.A.S.M. is something I’m gonna have to give up for the rest of my life with this guy but then I was like, No don’t be silly there’s so much more he’s funny and stuff you know? But like ohh my gosh he is so lame after some time I mean hearing “Hey honey I love you” is such a lame way to be funny considering he NEVER puts out the damn trash! He alters the formula about a hundred and eighty times before finally coming up with the truth serum to fit all (of course the amount to be inhaled for children to be honest was far less than adults). Also, the older you got the more must be inhaled to get past your natural inhibitions. Anyway, years go by and the product is highly sold to detective agencies as well as CIA and FBI. It becomes the ‘cure to torture’ the ‘bane to all banes’ the ‘revelation of truth without force’. He is famous as a hero. Everyone loves him… But he still has no love life, no friends and no hobby other than science. He sees no way out and really has no reason to live anymore other than simply to exist in his lonely existence as an almost retired hero. However, suddenly NASA reports that the world is going to end in a week. In 7 days exactly, but that they have calculated, beyond reasonable doubt, that if one were to end their life via cutting open a main artery (such as in the neck) the exact second before the world would end, the chemicals in the air would react with their blood and in fact revive them as a vampire so to say whereby the human’s body becomes a vessel that can move faster than any before, speed of light almost, it is invincible, indestructible and flawless by anything other than red sunlight and kryptonite. Everyone doubts it. So expert mathematicians, MIT professors and students work together, in individual teams, to analyse and scrutinise any single part of the huge calculation. They all approve of it, each doing so individually in a private room with a robot that applies the perfume to the room beforehand. With four days to go, the man wonders a single reason not to commit suicide in some way or another on that very second by slitting his throat. On the day he gets ready to do it, he trembles and does it (no one else opts to). What NASA forgot to mention is that after the end of the world, their world has ended. Being superman and choking and reviving in space infinitely again and again with your lungs tearing at your insides with you constantly expanding and healing instantaneously doesn’t seem to fair too well. The pain becomes so unbearable that he doesn’t know what to do. Suddenly in a series of revivals he somehow uses the glimpses of sanity and living consciousness to, in stop motion, making a flying pose with one arm out and suddenly is shooting through space at near speed of light. He sees the red sun and gets nervous. He stops and the moment he does, the red sun starts pull him in with its huge gravitational force. Suddenly Satan swoops out of the red sun and saves him. He looks him in the eye and sends a mental message between glimpses of dying and reviving again and again from the expansion of his brain cells in zero gravity (Satan is truly invincible and thus doesn’t feel any of the pain). Superman Bob understands the message “If you want to survive, you must agree to be my personal slave for eternity, otherwise I will throw you in this Red sun and you will die and go to heaven, which I assure you does exist and as you know the one moral code of the devil is, and always has been, that I keep my word. In this heaven you will experience more pleasure than you can possibly imagine, you will be able to artificially experience physical face to face interaction with loved ones or people you wish to, who are also in heaven but you can never be free enough to experience pleasure of any kind. If you first agree to be my slave and then let me throw you into the sun you will go to hell. In hell you will receive extreme pain and punishment but I assure you that because you are son invincible I will let you come to different planets from time to time as a materialised demon in whatever body fits a ‘hottie’ of that planet in whatever gender may be the superior or more dominant one. You will have to cause evil and mayhem but in return have completely limitless realms of pleasure. I will let you be so disarmingly hot and skilled at sex naturally to any girl you ever dreamed of (I will fool you to think you are dealing with humans so the interface will be that you appear real and speak their language but in your mind you are one hot human man speaking to humans in English (which is Bob’s mother tongue), I will let you be stronger than all, smarter than all in IQ and anything that you may request as a physical benefit or mental edge. You can be to others what your brother was to you, you can have the love that you always craved. You will never get this in heaven and will be forever interacting with humans who made it there by merely being good souls and let’s face it the only good ones at sex and the only truly free spirits all ended up in hell with me. You can be in eternal limbo of huge periods of pain and huge period s of evil missions of destruction as I say. Once you have eliminated all men on that planet (or women, I don’t really care for your sexuality) you have done enough damage and will return to hell for more pain and agony. You will never be able to escape either hell nor heaven but the deal with me is 100% true. I can throw you into the sun now, and you will go to heaven I will give you eternal intensity and passion if you consent to slavery to me, and then throw you so you go to hell or, third option, I can merely throw you far enough from this sun to escape its wrath but leave you suspended in the same agonising anti gravity state of perpetual expansion and reforming that you have been experiencing the past 6 billion Earth years, yes time flies when there is no sun hahaha….” Then he asks mentally “So which do you pick?” Remember, Bob is a loner and hated it all his life, his existence not only lonely but the very definition of agonising existence as it is. Any planet with life he might end up in is most likely not human and incomprehensive to his brain to receive any pleasure whatsoever from. He is doomed either way. Both heaven and hell require voluntary suicide.