Char-Nobyl said:
TheUsername0131 said:
Heronblade said:
Yeah, there's a bit of a problem with that idea. A backup copy of you is not actually you. It is a new person with the copied memories and personality of someone else.
Is there a meaningful distinction?
Let me put it another way; if you where disintegrated, only to then near-instantaneously be replaced with a matching reproduction. And no one was there to witness the event. Then wouldn?t this new instantiation of ?you? be functionally indistinguishable from the ?original.?
Would an acquaintance, friend, or family member be able to make a meaningful distinction?
Epistemologically, we are only what we remember of ourselves.
Yeah...but that's a problem. You're dead. What remains is someone who looks exactly like you, has all your memories, and is convinced that he is you. But he's not.
Before I go any further, answer me this: what if your hypothetical disintegration
didn't happen but, by some fluke, the instantaneous reproduction still happened and there's now a perfect duplicate of you right beside you?
I'd call it a collaborator. If it continued, It would be called a Zerg Rush.
Fortunate is the one who escapes the workshops of the Clock Makers without realizing that he is but a clockwork copy of whoever he remembers being. Only to become shocked upon discovering an encampment of other (arguably) equally confused self?s.
"498, 499, 500!"
Confusion leads to anger, anger leads to discussion, discussion leads planning, planning leads to a siege against the biomechanical horror that dragged you away to some 'workshop' where it churns out naive 'escapees.'
Even creepier if the 'first escapee' survives by finding the broken down remains of prior escapees at all the traps and other hazardous obstacles.
*Bonus points if one obstacle requires them to construct makeshift equipment from his/her/its 'predecessors.'
**BONUS POINTS! If they discover this has been going on for more than a few weeks when they stumble upon a landfill of thousands!
It doesn't matter what happens to the candle if its used to light another, if not many more. So long as my will endures, my ambitions persist as a high fidelity reproduction, I'd consider that mission bloody acomplished.
Insofar as each substrate is comparable to or more advanced than the provided variant of human cognitive architecture, then I'll be happy with the results. It's only if each subsequent one was in some way diminished, diluted, damaged in ways counter-productive to my goal, then I would have much to fear.
As for persistence of memory, I'd consider any breaks in ontological inertia as though they were merely road bumps. That's how I deal with that existential horror. Faced with the alternative, it suddenly feels less of a horror and more a minor inconvience.
theluckyjosh said:
I'm sure the traditional definition of dying doesn't entail leaving behind a working duplicate/functioning copy/qualified replacement.
theluckyjosh said:
If you're point is "well, no one noticed, so never happened" ... there's a few trees in the forest who might want to have a chat with you.
XD I'm going to have to rememebr that one. That was comedic. You Sir, have stamped a smile on my face.
Poor choice of words on my part. My point was that there is no
meaningful distinction. Of course in my case, this perspective is a consequence of my occupation. "...if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail" -Maslow's hammer.
If it was gradual enough, say,
a parasite slowly burrowed into your brain, very slowly, whilst secreting suitable compounds so that it would remain beneath your notice, and that as it consumed brain tissue, its exceptionally niche physiology permitted it to instinctively imitate the brain tissue it was consuming, as it was consuming it, and this was occurring very, very slowly. Would you at any stage notice?
[Barring of course some nausea, perhaps subtle changes in mood and appetite.]
Starik20X6 said:
I'm gonna say Option 2 at the moment, but I can only assume as I get older and my natural systems start failing, and my fear of death instinct starts to kick in more, I'll move up the ladder...
Desperation is a great motivator. It drives people to see what was at first the most repugnant, repulsive, most abhorred act as something, more appealing. Never mind how much it opposes one's most deeply held drives and impulses.