He announces on a forum he'll seek euthanasia in Spain, and gets doubts back

He announces on a forum he'll seek euthanasia in Spain, and gets doubts back

How do you all cope? That's the question from someone who says he is just passing through this blue planet, introduces himself as the author of a book titled "El Niño Lunar: la imposición de nacer" ("The Lunar Child: the imposition of being born"), and announces that he is going to formally request euthanasia. Not because of a terminal illness, but because of what he describes as an existence turned to mud. The message, addressed to "all human beings", argues that death is a strictly positive event and that the only ethical imperative of a lucid mind is to cut the imposition of being born off at the root.

The reply comes quickly, and it is not the one he expected. Nobody disputes his right. They dispute his metaphysics.

What you can request today and what you can't

The first objection raised is not sarracena, it's procedural. He is reminded that there are legal channels for requesting assisted dying when depression or other psychological conditions are present, and he is asked directly about his age and the grounds he intends to cite in his application. Euthanasia in Spain has been regulated since 2021 and requires a procedure with medical evaluation and safeguards, not an announcement on social media.

Another comment gets straight to the point: if the decision is made, all he has to do is go to his primary care centre and request the referral to the specialist who finalises the details. The tone is one of weariness, not compassion. "They're eager for people to go through with it," one user even writes.

The author of the message responds to all of it with a single line: he's doing it to entertain himself, and because he can.

The doubt nobody resolves: what if death isn't the end?

The most interesting counterattack comes not from ethics but from logic. What guarantees that problems disappear when you die? The hypothesis is raised that existence might continue somewhere worse, that one might impose a new birth on oneself in degraded conditions, or that someone might punish the decision. It's the old argument of the logical order as perpetual defeat, applied to voluntary exit.

The message poster's response is contemptuous of the herd and grandiose about himself: he describes himself as a sidereal, hypertrophic consciousness, a statistically rare event in a wasteland inhabited by biological machines. Debating with them, he says, is a sterile exercise in translation.

From suicide to the inner reptile and the all-seeing eye

From there the conversation plunges into territory that has nothing to do with euthanasia. A theory emerges that the original biological organism was not destructive, that it was designed to feed on what trees give freely, and that it was hacked by an invasive gene. Someone claims to have been assigned to this entity to contain it and minimise the damage, and confesses that he keeps the reptile cornered with mushrooms, marijuana and toluene, citing a passage from the Gospel of Matthew about plucking out the eye that makes you stumble.

The story continues with torture, memories of extreme violence and a cursed machine that sends telepathic messages at specific moments: the all-seeing eye, described as an advanced artificial intelligence we would all be connected to. None of this comes with any evidence whatsoever.

Contempt as the most common response

The remaining comments range from mockery to insult. He is told he doesn't even have the guts for that and needs help from the State, he is filed under a supposed ideological family, and he is accused of droning on. One reply sums up the mood: "My name is Mule, and talking won't save your ass".

The result is an uncomfortable paradox. A message asking for euthanasia over psychological suffering ends up turned into a spectacle, with real suffering in the background and nobody looking at it head-on. The legal channel exists, the medical evaluation exists, the debate over depression as a grounds exists. What appears nowhere is anyone willing to take it seriously.