Well, imagine this - you could sign up for the first 1000 years and do what ever you wanted to do and not die. You could kill your enemy every day for 1000 years. You could go parachuting and not wear a parachute. Mountain climbing - no gear. Rollerblading - no pads. Dive to the depths of the ocean and then pop right back up - no problem. Jump off of a cliff and enjoy the fall and not die. So, Yeah - it would be like totally awesome!!!! Besides...I love fruit!!!!
That sounds oddly like the plot to Groundhog Day with Bill Murray--condemned to live the same day over and over and over until he gets it "right." Unfortunately, I don't think "getting it right" would be everyone's goal. The concept of the New System struck me as akin to bad science fiction, or rather, a story about the worst way things could go. A world devoid of conflicts demanding resolution (and thus generating satisfaction), a perpetual still life where nothing is really that interesting or important, and the only thing that saves the concept is that it genuinely is "unimaginable."
Its important to recognize the psychological origin of utopian visions. They are dreamed up by those who are imprisoned or abused, physically or otherwise, and who seek escape through unbridled self-indulgent fantasies. That is essentially a coping mechanism, and one that is perfectly understandable. A life choice crisis emerges however, because when one defers all hope to a future fantasy, then one will not takes steps to improve or help people or the "world" right now, which is the only world we know.
I am also reminded of the Sybil of Cumae of Greek mythology, whose story runs as follows: (from http://www.hranajanto.com/goddessgallery/sibyl.html)
"The Sibyl of Cumae gained her powers by attracting the attention of the sun god, Apollo, who offered her anything if she would spend a single night with him. She asked for as many years of life as grains of sand she could squeeze into her hand. Granted, the sun god said; and Sibyl, glad to win her boon, refused his advances. Thereafter she was cursed with the fulfillment of her wish--eternal life without eternal youth. She slowly shriveled into a frail undying body, so tiny that she fit into a jar. Her container was hung from a tree; Sibyl needed, of course, no food or drink, for she could neither starve nor die of thirst. And there she hung, croaking occasional oracles, while children would stand beneath her urn and tease, 'Sibyl, Sibyl, what do you wish?' To which she would faintly reply, 'I wish to die.'"
