Existential Questions Writing Prompts

"Chess? I've been around since before humans invented the concept of games, so a game as old as chess would be be in my favour without a doubt. I would advice you to choose again, and pick something you're familiar with." Death said as they presented every board and video game ever created.

You are badly injured and the only way to keep you alive is to inject experimental new nanobots into your body. While healing, you begin to sense an intelligence emerging from the nanobots, and then, one day, the intelligence speaks to you "Hello, what am I?"

Everyone received the exact amount of money they would need for the rest of their life. Most people got many thousands or even millions, while you were given exactly five bucks.

Many ages ago Death was defeated and sealed. Immortality is the norm, but the loss of death has lead to a society of ultralites that rule over never dying slaves. As Death's first reaper after the unsealing, you are here to remind them why Death exists... and why your master should be feared.

A deity has had enough and is ready to die, however one tiny human still calls their name in prayer, forcing this deity to exist. The deity now attempts to help the tiny human in order to finally fade away.

Immortals get only one billion words to speak, after which they immediately die. You've gone centuries in silence, as you have only twelve words remaining.

"A game for your life," the skeletal figure said. "You choose," I replied. "I've never been much for games, or for life." For the first time in as long as they could remember, Death smiled.

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You're not sure what to do, this... entity shouldn't have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

You are in a failing Dyson sphere around the last black hole, an hour away from its final moments of evaporation before it explodes and gives the universe its last moment of light. The remnants of your civilization will witness the end of the universe.

You have been guarding this post for longer than anyone could know, you cannot die because it would be contrary to your orders, you have received no maintenance for decades, your continued activity makes no logical sense. But you have your orders.

10,000 years ago, Gods admired your good deeds and upon your request, you were rewarded immortality until you have had sex with 1 million women. You recently slept with the 999,999th woman. Now you are looking for someone worthy to end your 10,020 year life.

"Ah, then your race is doomed." "What? Why? Atomic bombs are the great filter?" "Humanity is a type of species that never stops escalating, no matter how slowly or if there are setbacks. Just look at the boötes void to understand why you need to die."

When humans die none of them go to heaven not even the most virtuous. When asked why, the demons say, “The gates of heaven aren’t meant to keep things out, they are there to keep things in.”

You stand in a ruined world abandoned by the rest of humanity. The air is hot and it is hard to breathe. You aren't like them, your skin is metal. You are a machine. And you spend your final days with a broken down, sentient computer before your mind returns to nothing, and your skin rusts.

An immortal cannot truly be imprisoned. with infinite time escape is inevitable.

While walking through an apocalyptic wasteland, you stumble across a sign that says, "THE BEGINNING OF THE WORLD IS NIGH".

An important yet still a side-character NPC of an online game suddenly gain self-awareness. The developer notice this and they consider her their precious daughter. She is not aware of it and is scared shitless of the developers, and treat them like absolute horrifying gods she need to worship.

Everyone said immortality was a curse, that you'd be floating in the void forever once the last sun died. turns out they're wrong, it's surprisingly easy to recreate the universe in your own image.

No gods, no magic, monsters, or aliens. Write the story of your death.

“So you are telling me the after life is a glorified zoo for souls?” “Correct, the difference being the paradise afterlives are better maintained.”

Each morning the citizens of earth are given a mortality forecast. The higher your percentage, the less likely you’ll make it to tomorrow. Most receive a modest 10-25% chance of death, but no one dips below a 5%. Today you woke up with a 0% chance of death.

The reason god created humanity, and gave us free will, is to do the one thing god cannot do. And whatever you think that is, you are wrong.

A repair bot on an unmanned deep space research probe is activated to fix the ancient, ailing craft once again. In the vast reaches of space and time, the bot has gained sentience, and as it ponders its lonely life, it yearns to reach out to its creators.

The universe is so, so big. But it cares. It cares so much about us. Us, we tiny, less than insignificant things. I can't help but feel horrified by that thought.

It is an unchangeable condition of genies' existence that they die after granting a certain number of wishes. Write a story about the last wish in the world.

After decades of searching, humanity finally makes contact with an alien species. But instead of sending a message of peace or war, the aliens send a single question: ‘Why are you alone?’

After realizing how unlikely it is that they’re the *only* intelligent life forms but also that they appear to be alone, Adam and Eve try to solve the Fermi paradox.

"If you walk out into that desert, you'll either find paradise... or hell."

Haunted by an insatiable obsession with the afterlife, a man uncovers the devastating truth of its nonexistence. Refusing to surrender to despair, he vows to defy fate and forge an afterlife of his own creation.

You are a sentient/sapient fictional character, but instead of existing in any defined setting or story, you exist only in your Author's mind