Without a doubt a 1970s rockstar
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I would rather not. One lifetime is too much for this crappy world.
Definitely a fungus that grows huge under the earth and spouts a few fruiting bodies every one in a while.
Just leave me alone and unbothered to grow and eat, maybe with a few other fungi in the area so I can exchange signals with them.
Animal-wise, something simple with slow lifestyle. Man, I just want to chill and be left alone. Maybe a swimming sea cucumber, because echinoderms are cool and wide-open expanses of deep sea are cool.
There may or may not be some kind of human equivalent, depending on the rules of how souls work in this hypothetical.
A migratory goose, so I could fly around to other countries! I love swimming too, so being an aquatic bird is a plus!
What about a seabird? Albatross would probably be the pick for travel, gannet for extensive swimming.
Giant Tortoise
Cat.
A spoiled rich kid. I want to have a life I’ll never know in this one, a life without real worry and to actually own a home. A life of stability and unlimited possibilities with all the time in the world to train for whatever I would want to do/become.
This life, living in someone else’s garage while still spending 1/2 of my income on rent and no hope for future advancement and knowing that the only financial stability possible would require marriage/a second income, and that it just isn’t in the cards is not a fun life.
I understand what you’re saying. I’ve been thinking of alternative timelines and all of the good ones involve being rich. I would do anything to live in a big fancy mansion with my boyfriend in somewhere warm and have so much money I could just go to any shop I want and buy whatever without thinking of the price. Every way you look at it being rich is ideal. This is why I would love to be a 1970s rockstar. Steady and huge flow of income, adoring fans, fame, endless opportunities, sexy groupies and all the drugs and alcohol you could want but I am stuck in my stupid, miserable life.
You won’t have a memory of this live and as a spoiled rich kid you won’t enjoy all your privilege and take it for granted.
After 9 years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.
I don’t wanna remember nothing. Nothing. You understand? And I wanna be rich, you know someone important… like an actor.
(holy shit!)
House cat, for sure.
Since you said what and not who.
I’ll come back as an Autobot from Transformers. I’m thinking Fortress Maximus.
While we don’t have an exact height. Best numbers state 2,400 meters high or 7,874 feet. His head transforms into a tall Autobot and that head transforms into a human sized robot (actually it’s a human in an exoskeleton).
Fortress Maximus becomes a city when it transforms.
BTW the tallest building is the Burj Khalifa it’s height is 2,722 feet.
What about Unicron, but pre-destruction? He’s basically planet sized.
You are right I should have gone Unicron.
Well, I want to say “vampire angel from space with a super cool robot gun arm” but the better answer is probably just, like, “immortal shapeshifter”
Sent from Mdewakanton Dakota lands / Sept. 29 1837
Treaty with the Sioux of September 29th, 1837
“We Will Talk of Nothing Else”: Dakota Interpretations of the Treaty of 1837
An eagle. But I’d take human again. This go around has been pretty rad, overall.
A human that is cisgender would be cool.
Honestly though, how would I appreciate it if I don’t keep memories?
A fancy house cat of a nice middle aged middle class white woman.
Okay, my mother’s cats. She pampers them a lot.
Jealous much?
Yes? She loves and dotes on her cats! Of course I am.
Easy, a girl
