First, I'd wait until my loved ones died. Yes, I'd be distraught but I'd have spent their entire lives with them, doing whatever they wanted because I was aware that I'd have literally all the time in the world to pander to my own wants later.
Then, once I'd finished mourning (I'm thinking some cliched, dramatic length of time like say... 100 years?) I'd start trying to learn absolutely everything. I'd read as much as I could, travel wherever I wanted, discover all the secrets humans have been too frail to investigate (such as, how long it takes to boil an egg in magma) and then once I wanted a break, take a few years out to act like the world's encyclopedia. Hell, I've already got an idea of the 'temple' set-up I'd have running, just to seem cooler than I actually am.
I suppose I'd just go on like that, probably charging myself with ensuring the human race didn't annihilate itself. Though that would most likely be out of self-preservation, the selfish git that I am.
Then, once I'd finished mourning (I'm thinking some cliched, dramatic length of time like say... 100 years?) I'd start trying to learn absolutely everything. I'd read as much as I could, travel wherever I wanted, discover all the secrets humans have been too frail to investigate (such as, how long it takes to boil an egg in magma) and then once I wanted a break, take a few years out to act like the world's encyclopedia. Hell, I've already got an idea of the 'temple' set-up I'd have running, just to seem cooler than I actually am.
I suppose I'd just go on like that, probably charging myself with ensuring the human race didn't annihilate itself. Though that would most likely be out of self-preservation, the selfish git that I am.