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...it'd be no different than yesterday, honestly.
While I'd probably cry and lament my loneliness a thousand times over, I might finally be able to accomplish all the things I've put on hold, and would still like to learn. Not for the benefit of anyone other than myself, but my backlog of shelved attempts and goals is engaging the encyclopedic, and at least some then-learned music and languages are there to keep my company. The internet probably would die, so I'd need to reacclimate myself to the Dewey Decimal System, but from then on, the world will be mine—just as I've always wanted. After a few decades, though, my boredom might force me to speed up evolutionary processes (eez), and I'll use my new-found helicoptering expertise to look after a far begone wildlife sanctuary; someone needs to teach those simeons how to sign again, and with a little luck and a hoard of cockatoos, one of them might finally speak.
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As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world (that is the myth of the Atomic Age) as in being able to remake ourselves. —Mohandas K. Gandhi
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