I'm A Hero.

Why would I need a world where I am alone? I would end up killing myself anyway. Therefore, in my opinion, it is better to be a hero (not in the sense of seeking glory), but to save the world, loved ones, and friends.

Remember these words when a hundred people stare at you and, rubbing their hands, eagerly wait for you to plunge a blade into your stomach and draw it upwards, disemboweling yourself to save them. Or when a fiery storm, which has melted several people into a stinking puddle, blocks your path to the Life-Saving Lever. Or when Mutants pounce on you, tearing you to pieces and biting into your flesh, while the rest of the group gets a precious minute to pull the Lever. All of these situations involve a full awareness of the alternative: survival.
And if you manage to overcome the adrenaline and the instinct for self-preservation, and yet you are still afraid to even cut yourself while making a sandwich or afraid of an injection, etc., know that your heroism will not be broadcast on all TV channels and screens so that people can feel immense gratitude. Only a small group of people will know about it, silently staring at the destroyed research complex, hugging a black boy, and silently waiting for the helicopter. Perhaps, however, this self-sacrifice will be immortalized in one or two lines of a report, gathering dust in the archives of some file. A worthy death in the annals of history, oh yes.

Moreover, this is just a Hollywood cliché. In real life, it looks much poorer. Something like a technician jumping into a reactor to stop a chain reaction at a nuclear power plant, left on night duty and suddenly seeing an otherwise unfixable malfunction on the control panels. What happened? Why? And why did he jump in there? Oh, it seems it prevented a meltdown. Well, he did a good thing, good job. We need to hire a new employee and inform the family, and I'll go finish my donut and drink my coffee. Another lawsuit, damn it.

Heroically saving someone's life at the cost of your own means succumbing to the emotions that surge at that moment in the form of bioelectrical impulses between neurons in the brain and hormones in the blood. Succumbing to "sympathy" or "love" for certain people. An idiotic death. Along with crimes committed out of jealousy, when a jealous husband kills his wife, and this ruins his entire remaining life, even though he makes friends through anal sex in prison. After death, there will be no emotions, neither satisfaction for heroism nor guilt for anything, and such an act of self-sacrifice will be absolutely meaningless.