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Yeah, as I say, for those not already suffering.
Those that were suffering, would be abandoned. Once people realise it’s hopeless, their care would cease. Maybe not initially, but inevitably. Like the guy from The Beach that gets wounded by the shark. The rest will go on and the sick will be forgotten.
For the planning aspect, lack of notes shouldn’t matter. Populations would coordinate locally, and as long as you can remember what you’re supposed to be doing the “next” day, you’re golden.
That would be hell for the dying person to die every day and hell for the caretaker of that person to either kill them every morning or leave them to suffer.
Exactly. At some point, most people will choose to forget, for their own sanity. We’re talking infinite repetition. How many times could you help someone for literal eternity before the acknowledgement that it’s futile hits, or the number of times you’ve had to put a loved one out of their misery pushes you over the edge?