Assuming you're a hyper-evolved super-intelligent post-singularity being, I predict that nothing is going to make you feel better about your surprisingly boring extra-dimensional existence than watching the pathetic little meat sacks on unevolved worlds continually missing opportunities for advancements and obsessively focusing on irrelevant trivia (why it's just like the good old days!). Just insert the galactic laughtrack signal and hilarity ensues, reality television on a galactic scale.
In fact, for all we know, we're already the galaxy's equivalent of Sea Monkeys (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea-Monkeys) whilst assuming we were closer to the Sand Kings.
Or as Edmund Kean said on his death bed: "Dying is easy, it's comedy that's hard."
No really.
Assuming you're a hyper-evolved super-intelligent post-singularity being, I predict that nothing is going to make you feel better about your surprisingly boring extra-dimensional existence than watching the pathetic little meat sacks on unevolved worlds continually missing opportunities for advancements and obsessively focusing on irrelevant trivia (why it's just like the good old days!). Just insert the galactic laughtrack signal and hilarity ensues, reality television on a galactic scale.
In fact, for all we know, we're already the galaxy's equivalent of Sea Monkeys (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea-Monkeys) whilst assuming we were closer to the Sand Kings.
Or as Edmund Kean said on his death bed: "Dying is easy, it's comedy that's hard."