Star Trek’s 24th century Earth sounds like a reasonably nice place. I doubt I’d qualify for Starfleet, and wouldn’t try.

I just want to see what life is like for the average broken neurodivergent in that reality. Also, what’s at the location of my current house in that reality? Same construction? Did a version of me live there? Was it there but replaced in the intervening 350 years? etc.

I would like to choose how I live in the world outside of the control of capitalism, the nation state, and boarders.

Brain preserved, revived (not “uploaded”/copied!) by someone competent and caring (a science organization perhaps) in hundreds of years, somewhere that’s not complete shit assuming there is such a place still. I wouldn’t mind staying in the VR-jar for a while for a slow assessment, training, and introduction to the future world and brain fixing etc while building connections.

A new form of life. A deeper connection to technology does not mean I want to abandon nature. If anything I want more robust microbiomes than humans have and whatever techniques can be borrowed from nature (photosynthesis or creation of other organic molecules, connect to mycelium network etc) for homeostasis or environmental management/living conditions. Which would allow me to focus on hobbies while my body mostly maintains itself.

Ideally I could exist as something comparable to the size of a microwave but could connect to larger bodies if needed. Or as an extra observer/backup shift/co-pilot etc.

Being loved I guess.

Being able to actually do anything you understand well enough, the way that magic works in many settings. A brilliant engineer can design an airplane, but he still needs lots of workers and machines and materials to actually build one. A wizard who knows how to cast “fly” can just go ahead and cast it and fly around. If he has the right books, he doesn’t need other people for anything at all.

The sort of mystery only possible in a story where the author himself doesn’t have to know what the secret is. I love science but I was very disappointed when I was a kid and I realized that science meant that everything ultimately had a mundane explanation. A mysterious structure? Built by some Bronze Age dudes. Dinosaurs? Unusually large animals. Legendary heroes? Made-up stories. Even if elves or unicorns turned out to be real, they would have a mundane explanation too because the whole universe follows rules.

I’d like to live in a world where people come together to save it instead of splitting apart.

Two chicks at one time. Fuckin A.

Owning my own home.

It that doesn’t count as fantasy, I really want there to be an underworld with strange creatures. I just think it would be so interesting.

As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.

I’d love to retire to a cozy inn with an endless pot of stew

One where there were multiple sentient species in addition to humans.

I’d like minimum wage to be able to support my family, so that a job flipping burgers could actually feed us

Failing that, to live as a bunny in a cottagecore tree stump, spending my days slicing up strawberries like they’re roasts, and baking pies with my neighbours

Be able to shapeshift so my body can finally match my identity

I want to know how to cast magic spells.

The good guys winning.