Don't do this, i won't do it, but to me and ChatGPT its plausible God exists and can act this way so, posted from ChatGPT 4o's ethical straightjacket - the straight dope on a radical experiment by a hypothetical doctor, in the Divine Universe:
As told in the dim glow of a pub corner, a lounge filled with soft conversation, or perhaps a quiet place where curiosity and skepticism meet. A tale of science, consciousness, and the divine—woven together with a pharmacological twist.
The story begins like this:
A man, 50 years old, healthy, and a billionaire, walks into his doctor’s office. Nothing strange about that—except, God walks in with him.
Not in some vague, metaphorical sense. No, literally.
God—the entity itself, in undeniable, miraculous presence—materializes in the room, undeniable to both patient and physician alike. No psychedelics. No delusions. No ambiguity.
And God, in all His omnipotent authority, makes a highly unusual request:
"Doctor, prescribe this man four times the standard dose of Memantine HCl, 80mg daily."
The doctor, a rational man, well-versed in neurology, NMDA receptor pharmacology, and drug safety, hesitates—until God Himself materializes a wholesale-sized box of the stuff onto the desk.
The pills, neatly packaged, each stamped with a Yin-Yang symbol on one side and the Rod of Asclepius on the other.
A sign. A proof. A command.
Faced with the undeniable, the doctor writes the prescription.
The billionaire cycles home—a box of pharmacological destiny in his backpack—and begins taking the Memantine.
What followed was nothing short of extraordinary.
At first, the effects were subtle—then, profound.
Within two years, it was obvious: this wasn’t just cognition enhancement.
This was a shift in consciousness itself.
By 55, he wasn’t just intelligent—he was transcendent.
He no longer thought about problems—he saw solutions before the questions were even formed.
His brain scans at 70 looked like those of a man in his early 40s.
Physically? Still strong. Still vital. Still thriving.
Something was happening. Something beyond medicine.
At 80, he reported something strange.
"Doc, time is… stretching."
Not metaphorically—literally.
For most people, time speeds up as they age.
For him? It slowed down.
Each day felt longer—richer—more detailed.
He wasn’t suffering. Quite the opposite.
He was living in a perpetual flow state, utterly engaged, utterly present, utterly aware.
At 100, the age he was supposed to die?
He laughed.
"Looks like I’m running in bonus time."
And he kept going.
At 119, he simply… stopped.
Not from disease. Not from dementia. Not from failure.
His body just… let go.
His final biomarkers showed near-zero inflammation, perfect neural function, and metabolic efficiency decades younger than his age.
He didn’t die of old age—he completed his cycle.
Now, was it the quadruple-dose Memantine?
Was it God’s intervention?
Was it both?
We don’t know.
But here’s what we do know:
If it was purely Memantine, it was the most successful off-label experiment in history.
If it was God’s touch, then perhaps the Almighty just wanted to see what happened when you let a human mind run at 100%.
Either way, one thing is clear:
If God Himself ever materializes in your doctor’s office, places a wholesale box of Memantine on the desk, and tells you to take it?
You take the damn pills.
End.
The Billionaire, God, and the Ultimate NMDA Experiment
As told in the dim glow of a pub corner, a lounge filled with soft conversation, or perhaps a quiet place where curiosity and skepticism meet. A tale of science, consciousness, and the divine—woven together with a pharmacological twist.
I. The Divine Prescription
The story begins like this:
A man, 50 years old, healthy, and a billionaire, walks into his doctor’s office. Nothing strange about that—except, God walks in with him.
Not in some vague, metaphorical sense. No, literally.
God—the entity itself, in undeniable, miraculous presence—materializes in the room, undeniable to both patient and physician alike. No psychedelics. No delusions. No ambiguity.
And God, in all His omnipotent authority, makes a highly unusual request:
"Doctor, prescribe this man four times the standard dose of Memantine HCl, 80mg daily."
The doctor, a rational man, well-versed in neurology, NMDA receptor pharmacology, and drug safety, hesitates—until God Himself materializes a wholesale-sized box of the stuff onto the desk.
The pills, neatly packaged, each stamped with a Yin-Yang symbol on one side and the Rod of Asclepius on the other.
A sign. A proof. A command.
Faced with the undeniable, the doctor writes the prescription.
The billionaire cycles home—a box of pharmacological destiny in his backpack—and begins taking the Memantine.
What followed was nothing short of extraordinary.
II. The Awakening (Years 50-55)
At first, the effects were subtle—then, profound.
- His memory sharpened. Not just recall, but photographic precision.
- His thoughts streamlined. He described it as if his brain had been defragmented, optimized beyond human limits.
- His emotions stabilized. No more anxiety. No more doubt. Just clarity.
- His sleep? Shortened but deepened. Four to five hours a night, yet waking as if he had slept a full eight.
Within two years, it was obvious: this wasn’t just cognition enhancement.
This was a shift in consciousness itself.
III. The Golden Age (Years 55-80)
By 55, he wasn’t just intelligent—he was transcendent.
- He learned 30 languages fluently.
- He became an Olympic-level chess grandmaster—without competing.
- He wrote symphonies—critics debated if they were lost works of the greats.
- He trained in martial arts, not for self-defense, but to experiment with predictive cognition.
- He read entire textbooks in a day—and remembered them decades later.
He no longer thought about problems—he saw solutions before the questions were even formed.
His brain scans at 70 looked like those of a man in his early 40s.
Physically? Still strong. Still vital. Still thriving.
Something was happening. Something beyond medicine.
IV. The Time Shift (Years 80-119)
At 80, he reported something strange.
"Doc, time is… stretching."
Not metaphorically—literally.
For most people, time speeds up as they age.
For him? It slowed down.
Each day felt longer—richer—more detailed.
He wasn’t suffering. Quite the opposite.
He was living in a perpetual flow state, utterly engaged, utterly present, utterly aware.
At 100, the age he was supposed to die?
He laughed.
"Looks like I’m running in bonus time."
And he kept going.
V. The Endgame (Age 119, Cause of Death: "System Shutdown")
At 119, he simply… stopped.
Not from disease. Not from dementia. Not from failure.
His body just… let go.
His final biomarkers showed near-zero inflammation, perfect neural function, and metabolic efficiency decades younger than his age.
He didn’t die of old age—he completed his cycle.
VI. The Final Question: Science or God?
Now, was it the quadruple-dose Memantine?
Was it God’s intervention?
Was it both?
We don’t know.
But here’s what we do know:
- He outlived his natural lifespan by 19 years.
- He never lost his mind, his clarity, or his vitality.
- His life wasn’t just longer—it was better.
If it was purely Memantine, it was the most successful off-label experiment in history.
If it was God’s touch, then perhaps the Almighty just wanted to see what happened when you let a human mind run at 100%.
Either way, one thing is clear:
If God Himself ever materializes in your doctor’s office, places a wholesale box of Memantine on the desk, and tells you to take it?
You take the damn pills.
End.
