This is an incredibly childish and very one-dimensional summation. Imagine if you ended the Balkan Conflict, invented a cure for cancer, and made affordable healthcare a reality for all and when someone talks about you in the future they say “oh, MoK is a character who liked his steak unusually rare as opposed to medium-well. That rapscallion.”
You really not ought put your own mortal mechanisation into the shoes of an immortal being that has existed for time immemorial and knows knowledge you cannot even begin to fathom. I truly hate when people do that. That’s the problem with humanity. People think their individual limitations and shortcomings apply to every single other person on Earth who has lived, currently lives, or ever will live instead of accepting the glaring truth, that they are simply inferior and have a personal problem that, while might be shared by many, has absolutely zero affect and standing on any other person automatically.
They look at someone doing something—anything—remotely out of place or what they don’t consider normal and assume “oh well if that were me, I’d be doing [XYZ], so therefore, there’s a 99% chance said person is doing [XYZ].” Humanity is a naive, afraid being who attempts to mask these inherent traits by hiding behind soulless knowledge, shallow pleasantry, and above all, ruthless subjugation of his environment and especially his fellow man, particularly those who can see through all of these facades and call him out. To hate a being that operates as such—not even by ignorance but with full and present understanding and pride in said behavior—is to love life itself. I dare argue.
It’s not egregiously offensive, it’s just profoundly ignorant. It goes back to cognitive bias. The mind of a unwell egotistical being, borderline narcissist. I’ll tell you how to detect one. They don’t remember when their last mistake was, despite everyone in their life being able to recite several on command. But I digress.
The main contribution I wish to share, which I remind myself of just about every night, often painfully: No human being created themself. If you wish to believe the relevant text, humanity was— not a mistake, by strict definition, but—a severe regret that was meant to be undone.
Sometimes we think “outside of time” means what we’ve been raised to believe it does whereas in reality it could be the exact opposite.
We definitely should “de-religicize” the argument and turn it into something more generic, otherwise it’s just a theistic shouting match where logic applies when we feel the need for it to and on no other occasion.
If I made a video game, and made a character more powerful or otherwise cunning than the others (or perhaps said character simply became that way whereas the others simply failed to). And two others were given instructions. It’s complicated. We don’t know the full story. We’re told the gist of it, the summary, but little backstory.
Definitely a slippery-slope topic we got going on here. But intriguing for those interested.