Wow I love the story of an individual from a “perfect” society that has a distant (or disdainful) view of humans, until they find themselves in a situation involving humans and the human world. Said situation leads to a realization, possibly an extidtential crisis, about their role in their society and the enticing thought of choosing their own destiny.
They start falling in love with the idiosyncrasies of humanity and championing the innate, yet complicated, goodness within humankind. They love the little things that humans do subconsciously or without noticing, and the small annoyances that humans bemoan, such as burning oneself on TV dinners or making doctors appointments.
Eventually, they find themselves with the opportunity to experience (or bring a new being to experience) humankind for themselves, and take it after reflecting on the human condition and what it means to be human. While funny, the story is an unexpectedly poignant reflection on humankind.
Good Place headcanon; just like Twelve, Michael doesn't understand that his human suit looks much older than his friends and genuinely believes people look at the six of them out together and think he looks the same age as the rest of them (if he's being kind).
I've been thinking about The Good Place a lot lately; ever since I first watched it I've had. Really mixed feelings on the door. And I think I've maybe come up with a better solution.
I've been pushing this rock up a hill for so long... who am I, now that the rock is gone?
-Michael
This applies to humans. Michael may not be, technically human (barring the last, idk, ten-ish minutes), but sentiments like this. They're incredibly human sentiments to feel. So:
Give them another forking rock. I'm not saying they have to but. Like, Tahani. Tahani didn't go through the door. She found another forking rock. Let all humans have access to rocks like that. Let them train as architects, as actors in the afterlife tests. Let them do other things. Give them the option to go somewhere where they still exist, but things aren't so mind-numbingly perfect and unchanging. Non-existence shouldn't be the only alternative to stagnation, both in the real world and in a hypothetical afterlife.