俺は働かない。宇宙の果てが尽きるまで I won't work. Until the end of the universe

I won't work. Until the end of the universe（英語）

　For a long time, I had a strong desire not to work.

Isn't it nice to eat without working?

　The hard-working company workers in the world look at me from above and ask me questions.

　Then I'll answer from a higher plane of vision!

''Oh, that's delicious! You should try it, too! And so on.

　Three years ago, my life as a company man changed drastically when I started running the condo I inherited from my uncle.

　My job now is to read the regular monthly reports from the real estate company I am entrusted to manage, and occasionally complain about them.

　A crowded commuter train? A transfer to a remote location? Working on holidays and late at night?

　Such a thing is just an event on the other side of SNS.

　To be frank, it's someone else's business.

　Thanks a lot, man.

　Life is a win-win situation, isn't it?

　I don't work for the rest of my life.

　Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

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　I had forgotten, but humanity makes progress.

　Society is constantly changing, and stagnation means regression.

　Specifically, the property value of the condo has fallen.

　It's been 50 years since then.

　Even reinforced concrete is tattered.

　Normally, I'm at an age where I should be aware of my age at the bottom of the grave, but with the development of genetic medicine, there are inexpensive age stagnation drugs on the market.

　Because of this, the average age in Japan today is 98 years old.

　Average, right?

　All the developed countries are like that.

　That's why the government has come out and said they can't afford a pension.

　I knew it, though.

　The pension fund is already in the red.

　That's as far as I'm concerned.

　However, don't be absurd about the lifelong working-age generation.

　I mean, you're supposed to work forever, right?

　I don't want to work.

　I haven't worked for half a century, so how can I work now?

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　I thought.

　What can you do to make ends meet without working?

　After thinking about it like a thousand pieces of my brain, I came up with a good one.

　I'm earning less and less money, so I eat less.

　This will get us there, won't it?

　For the time being, I made a home garden of edible vegetables in the penthouse of my apartment and raised chickens for food.

　All that's left to do is install high-efficiency molecular solar panels and composters, and the urban slow lifestyle is complete.

　I don't want to work, but I feel like I can do it in the slow life.

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　As it turns out, it didn't work.

　I'm not cut out for the slow life.

　The vegetables in the vegetable garden have withered, and the chickens have been disposed of after the apartment dwellers complained that the clucking was noisy and smelly.

　The solar panels may have been set up poorly, but they flew away during the typhoon, and the composter was too smelly, so we stopped using it.

　I guess I shouldn't have been so stingy with the cost of hiring a contractor and installing it myself.

　The poorer you are, the duller you are.

　Don't save money.

　I'm not cut out for this.

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　I thought undauntedly.

　How can I earn without working?

Why don't you take a part-time job in a clinical trial? You get paid for not working, right? Some of them said, "I don't know, I don't know.

　But not in a clinical trial. My health, one of the few assets I have, will be diminished.

　I'm over 80 and I'm still proud of the fact that I have one of the few natural teeth that hasn't been genetically regenerated.

　It's time to rebuild the condominiums of the remaining depreciating assets.

　The residents are also noisy about demands such as rain leaks and stairway lighting.

　Lately, the quality of the management company has dropped so much that I've had to deal with it myself.

　Even though there are more and more apartments with robot caretakers and no maintenance...

　Then it occurred to me.

　Wouldn't they have complained if I slept while they were rebuilding the condo?

　What are you talking about? But there is a service that came out recently called Cold Sleep.

　It's an artificial hibernation procedure.

　Although most diseases have been eradicated from the earth through advances in genetic medicine, some intractable diseases and patients whose symptoms are too advanced to be treated are put into hibernation by future technological advances as temporary medical treatment.

　In other words, it's a time warp to the future.

　In my case, it's just a time warp until the condo is rebuilt.

　Complaints don't reach people who are sleeping on medical measures, and it doesn't cost money to eat while they're asleep.

　It's going to cost you a lot of money, but if you ask a doctor you know, your insurance will work too.

　That's why I decided to take the hibernation treatment.

　You'll wake up to a brand new condo and a future where you don't work!

　I excitedly fell asleep, keeping the transparent shield of the medical pod in sight as it descended.

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　When I woke up, the condo was gone.

　A blank slate.

　What's going on?

　It seems that the government designated the area as a redevelopment area because the population was decreasing too much and the demand for housing had been devastated.

　Apparently, while I was sleeping, some smart scientist or company has started a business of transporting people and cargo into space super cheaply, using electric propulsion or laser propulsion or something like that.

　The world was enthusiastic about the space program.

　In other words, it's a golden age for working people and a shady age for people like me who don't work and eat their food.

　If you think about it, you know what I mean.

　The fact that there's a frontier means it's going to be inflated.

　Inflation is kinder to those who make money than to those who have money.

　And earth real estate is outdated.

　It seems to be a replacement for space real estate now.

　I have a decent amount of money in my account, guaranteed by the government, but according to the simulation on my retinal display, the money won't last for 20 years.

　Thanks to advances in genetic medicine, the average life expectancy of Japanese people is now over 120 years old.

　What that means is that if I don't work, I'm out of money in an instant.

　No. I don't want to work.

　I stood in disbelief beside the spaceport where my mansion once stood, looking up at the rocket as it rose at a ridiculous speed, slicing through the night sky with a laser.

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　My real age is over 100 years old.

　No work experience in the last few decades.

　I found a job that didn't require me to work.

　That's how you apply to be a crew member for a deep space colony project.

　At this time, immigration to Earth-type planets light years away from Earth is flourishing.

　It seems that the spacecraft can be accelerated to a fraction of the speed of light by building up a number of huge mirrors in space and boosting them with an even stronger laser.

　So it's a space yacht.

　I heard that when you stop, you have to separate the part of the sail to slow down the laser coming from behind by pointing it forward.

　If I was younger, I would feel romantic, but from an old man's point of view, it's too dangerous and gives me pause.

　There's also the possibility that the host planet is uninhabitable and has no resources at all.

　They say they are observing, but observation is observation. Local is local.

　Why would you go to such a dangerous backwater when you can stay on Earth and live a normal, working life?

　That's why the deep space colonization project is not very popular.

　But I saw a certain potential in the deep space colonization project.

　It's the possibility of not having to work.

　The colonial planet is far away.

　It takes a long time to travel farther than it does in the solar system.

　This means that humans have to be sent in hibernation.

　You've extended your lifespan, don't you think it's okay to stay awake? There was an argument that it was best to let them sleep, because many people in a closed environment would cause enmity due to stress, and a few would kill themselves because they couldn't bear the solitude.

　And I'm a survivor of artificial hibernation.

　It seems that there is an aptitude for artificial hibernation, and some of them never wake up.

　It's freezing. If I had known that fact, I wouldn't have gotten the treatment.

　In addition, if you put the assets in your account under management while you sleep, they will increase on their own while you are asleep.

　Assets are data, so you can send them to the planet you're colonizing at the speed of light.

　That means you can just sleep in and not work!

　I'm so smart!

　So, I cheerfully signed some medical examinations and consent forms, and boarded the Deep Space Project Colonial Fleet.

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　Sorry for those of you who were expecting trouble, but the journey is going very well.

　There are a few other astronauts besides me, but basically everyone is asleep as the spacecraft moves forward under the laser.

　Unlike humans, spacecraft carrying cargo and various types of development machinery can ignore high acceleration, so they are flying many years ahead of us.

　Why am I so aware that the journey is going well when I'm supposed to be asleep?

　That's thanks to an auxiliary chip implanted in the brain.

　This one helps me stay awake and dexterous in my sleep.

　In the old movies, there was a depiction of crew members taking turns getting up from hibernation to work, but it's too risky to do artificial hibernation without a good doctor.

　In the first place, there is little that humans can do to stay awake.

　Drones do the work, and monitoring the work can be done while you are asleep and only slightly awake.

　In this way, a supportive chip is implanted in the brain so that we can work while we are in a daze.

　How dare they implant a machine in your brain! In this day and age, it's normal and not dangerous, and the chips allow you to play games while you sleep. This is the fun part. After all, it's the latest game I've been playing for generations.

　There's a time lag in communication so I can't play against the Earth guys, but I've played about 10,000 battles in a space zombie game against a crew member who is supposed to be asleep like me.

　It's nice that no matter how much you incite it, it doesn't send you a physical punch.

　Well, it's possible that the other party is a well-made bot, but if it's fun, so be it.

　Why I've been explaining the space life at length, in short, I've finally got a life where I can sleep, not work, and play!

　I did it!

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　Traveling is fun.

　However, the journey will come to an end at some point.

　After a long, long journey, we have finally reached our destination system.

　I shed a tear as I looked up at the pod's shield as it slowly climbed up.

　Fare thee well and sleep well.

　The rest of the crew apparently thought I was in tears of emotion, but I don't think so.

　I'm crying because I don't want to work.

　Nevertheless, the planet we reached was blue.

　It's just like the Earth.

　That's not all.

　There are many lights in the night portion of the sky visible from orbit.

　It's like a city with all these lights.

　What the hell is going on?

　Is it just an illusion that we've traveled so far and we've come back to Earth?

　It wasn't just me, the veteran captain, the strong-faced military officer, and many other people stood there staring at the sight from the spacecraft's window.

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Once the seeds were known, the story was easy.

　We were too early and we were too late.

　Society makes progress. Then technology advances and existing technology becomes obsolete.

　As I've been reminded many times in my long life, the colonial fleet has gone through the same thing.

　A decade after the colonial fleet took off for the planet, a revolutionary laser device was developed that increased the speed of the spacecraft.

　A decade later, a revolutionary reflective element was developed, which increased the speed of the spacecraft even more.

　Breakthroughs in technological development have been repeated many times, and the planets we have spent hundreds of years and decades on have been flooded with latecomers on the latest spacecraft, and the planets have been remodeled with advanced technology in the blink of an eye.

　When I canoed to the development of the uninhabited island, I was unknowingly overtaken by a group of people in a large cruiser, and the island had long since been turned into a huge beach resort.

　You're late, motherfucker.

　It's our place now.

　It means.

　The crew of the colonial fleet, whose lifelong mission and undertaking are no longer required, are in a state of stupefaction as they listen to the space control officer's explanation, but I am satisfied with the amount of money in my account.

　Well, I'll figure it out.

　I've been able to do something about it.

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　With the money I had left in my account, I moved from one spaceship to another, many times, to the fringes of modern civilization.

　It's a simple math problem. If the amount of money my assets add up to is greater than the cost of moving while I'm sleeping, I can keep working.

　There was no hesitation in living a life of travel on the move.

　As far as I'm concerned, any backwater city, no matter how far away from the galactic center, is more sci-fi futuristic city than I've seen in the movies.

　The only thing that closed me off was that the food was going to be artificial, but it didn't matter while I was undergoing the hibernation procedure.

　The chip implanted in the brain has gone through several versions and provides all kinds of experiences, including food, even in a semi-wake state.

　You can eat even in your sleep, so that's a welcome change.

　And so we traveled and traveled and traveled and traveled.

　I've made it to the edge of the galaxy.

　I've arrived at it.

　A thousand and seventy-four years had passed since they had left the earth.

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　By that time, I was a galactic celebrity.

　It seems that normal people get bored and kill themselves after living for 300 years, so I'm a miracle that I'm still alive after living for over 1000 years.

　Maybe it's because I keep getting hibernation measures, and my spirit isn't as worn out.

　On top of that, there was a great war that split the galaxy in two about 200 years ago, so the Earth's position was lost.

　In short, I'm the last Earthman.

　Come to think of it, there have been a few flights that I have struggled with aboard the spacecraft.

　Was it the war's fault?

　I had a bad feeling that the earth had run out, so I checked my account on the retinal display.

　As I expected, I couldn't access the account itself.

　Perhaps humanity was content with spreading out across the galaxy, but there was no frontier fleet to the neighboring galaxy.

　What's more, hibernation measures seem to have been banned as a dangerous technology.

　Holy crap.

　At this rate, you're going to have to work for the first time in a thousand years.

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　A caretaker official called out to me when I was having a hard time because I was full of unwillingness to work.

　He said, "Why don't you donate?

　They want to turn a 1000 year old precious body into a survey.

　I was offered electronic immigration and citizenship for free if I refused, saying that I would die if I did that.

　It is said that 30% of the human race now lives in an electronic world.

　It seems that the main people living in the physical world are blue-collar workers, and the so-called white collars have migrated to the electronic world.

　No wonder you don't see many people.

　Upon further reflection, my physical body is useless except for sleeping, so I had no hesitation in moving there.

　After signing dozens of electronic documents and taking dozens of quantum scans, I migrated to the electronic world.

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　The electronic world was comfortable.

　Customizing the world around me into a 21st century antique, I lived a life of sleep and sleep and eat.

　But that didn't last long either.

　What a way to work in an electronic world!

　The warning made me more indignant than impatient.

　Labor! I didn't know I'd run to the end of the universe and still follow us!

　I consciously decided to ignore the warning.

Well then? Are you sure you want me to take measures?

I don't care. Just do it.

　I am a felon in the electronic world for continuing to ignore the warnings of labor.

　They were penalized for the delayed processing of subjective time.

　Other people's time flies by and their own time slows down.

　In other words, it's a slow life.

　It's no different than being subjected to hibernation measures on a spaceship.

　Where others work for a hundred years, I live and play for ten.

　At the end of time and distance, I finally got the "slow life of eating without working" and I was happy.

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　How many thousands of years have passed since then?

　No, tens of thousands of years. Or how many million years it was.

　The relative time of the external physical world is meaningless now that subjective time has stagnated.

　And so, in a world that was in eternal stagnation and well-being, a small warning pop-up opened up in my vision at one point.

The mass of the universe is being diluted to dangerous levels. We recommend moving the physical terminal.

　Universe diluted?

　What's that?

　Does the dilution of the universe mean that the universe is expanding?

　I can't figure out how to access the library in this era, even if I wanted to do some research.

　I wonder if citizenship is being restricted because of the stalled treatment.

　I had no choice but to dig up the memories of a long time ago and try to understand the situation.

　I don't follow recent physics at all, but I think the future of the universe will either continue to expand or shrink in the 21st century cosmology.

　The key is the mass of the universe.

　If the mass of the universe is sufficiently high, the universe will eventually shrink, and if it is low, the universe will become infinitely diluted and return to almost nothing.

　Apparently, the fate of the universe has chosen the latter path.

　Should we move...?

　Even though it's been a long time since we've gone electronic, it seems that there's a physical chassis with a server name for simulation somewhere.

　Apparently, it could survive another tens of millions or hundreds of millions of years if it was transported to a mass-rich area of space.

　Suddenly, I had an idea and asked the system.

How are you going to get there, by the way?

　Since we are electronic life forms, will we be sent out with data from our antennas?

No. Tachyon propulsion to carry out physical travel at 340% of the speed of light.

　That's great. I don't know what it is, but can it move faster than light?

　It's amazing how far humanity has come in science and technology.

　No, are the administrators human in the first place?

　Can you call yourself a human being?

　It's getting more and more troublesome to think about.

"Is it possible to slow down to one hundred percent light?

It's possible. Time is going to be stagnant.

I don't care. If they're going to make you work where you've arrived anyway, you don't mind being a little late, do you?

　And so, once again, I was back to my ideal life of not working and eating.

　Let's hope that this time, the current stagnationーslow lifeー will continue until the time of the universe runs out.

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