We all have to eventually, but hey, at least whatever's on the other side of it isn't guaranteed to be terrible, and if time doesn't exist, then you'll be there with all your friends and family, regardless of whether they were there when you left Earthly existence or whatever.
Not very comforting, I'd suppose, but I was never good at that kind of thing.
In the end, I am glad I would have spent it having fun with you guys, whether I cease to remember you for all eternity, or my anima will take a different non-physical form and be able to interact with you all, some how.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Mortality is still a concept I can't quite wrap my head around.
It seems like I should be able to say "fuck you, universe, you're not the boss of me, and I don't have to die if I don't want to."
But that didn't work with regards to growing up (fuckin' Peter Pan makes it look so easy), so I don't have high hopes that it will work with death. :\
If we could save minds somehow that'd be cool, i guess. i dunno, the thought of that kind of scares me. But i used to want to overcome death, somehow.
But when you think about what a human being is, and you think about all the things there are that can kill you, the fact that i even lived to have thoughts like that is in many ways kind of miraculous.
So i feel like i'm living on borrowed time and i should probably not kick up a fuss about that.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I never really understood the point of the whole mind-uploading thing. Sure, a copy of me could continue to exist in a computer somewhere, but what benefit would that have to me? Wouldn't this version of me, that I am now, still cease to exist when I die?
i considered posting 'everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world, but no-one, no-one wants to die' but thought better of it.
I dunno, mine's from a song about a guy who murders his girlfriend, has sex with her corpse, then she reanimates and kills him, then he comes back to life and they massacre a church audience before having a wedding at said church.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
See, my question is, like...what's the point of having a copy of me in existence, even if that copy is identical in every way, if I don't get to experience that copy's life?
i'm more troubled by the suggestion that 'you' are a piece of abstract data that will fit on a hard disk, not a flesh and blood human being.
because materialism i guess
But i guess from your perspective, one moment you are putting your consciousness onto a hard disk and the next you are on a hard disk, with no memory of anything your old body did after that point.
Of course there's another you who has no such experience, so i guess from that perspective it hasn't solved anything.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
But i guess from your perspective, one moment you are putting your consciousness onto a hard disk and the next you are on a hard disk, with no memory of anything your old body did after that point.
Where are you getting this assumption? Most of the time I see a media portrayal of this idea, they do memories as well. Lil' Hal from Homestuck was something of an exception, but he wasn't really treated like Dirk that happened to be in a machine.
^^ Logically, you couldn't possibly remember anything your flesh-and-blood body did after you last updated your memory, could you? At least, not unless it was updated posthumously, which might not even be possible, although i suppose that would answer CA and Sredni's objection if it was. Obviously the cause and time of death would be a potential factor there.
i dunno, though, transhumanism is weird. i'm actually not clear on what a 'copy' of your mind is supposed to entail. In order to be a faithful continuation of your consciousness it would have to involve more than a direct simulation of your brain cells and neural pathways because that wouldn't be sufficient to allow you to continue to feel the same emotions and sensations that you did as a flesh-and-blood human being.
And all that's assuming that consciousness is entirely material in nature, of course.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i dunno, though, transhumanism is weird. i'm actually not clear on what a 'copy' of your mind is supposed to entail. In order to be a faithful continuation of your consciousness it would have to involve more than a direct simulation of your brain cells and neural pathways because that wouldn't be sufficient to allow you to continue to feel the same emotions and sensations that you did as a flesh-and-blood human being.
I was thinking about this last night, and found it rather interesting. Given that or personalities are so chemical driven, I think it would take a lot of...programming? Something that could take our chemical make-up of the brain and make that work in code?
Not sure.
Perhaps our best bet here is biological computers which might mean basically just transferring brains into another brain, or even just preserving our brain somehow and hooking it up to a computer.
Our brains are basically the most complex thing in all of existence anyhow, it might take something similar to make a transfer work.
Accustom yourself to believing that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply the capacity for sensation, and death is the privation of all sentience; therefore a correct understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life a limitless time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality. For life has no terrors for him who has thoroughly understood that there are no terrors for him in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer.
But in the world, at one time men shun death as the greatest of all evils, and at another time choose it as a respite from the evils in life. The wise man does not deprecate life nor does he fear the cessation of life. The thought of life is no offense to him, nor is the cessation of life regarded as an evil. And even as men choose of food not merely and simply the larger portion, but the more pleasant, so the wise seek to enjoy the time which is most pleasant and not merely that which is longest. And he who admonishes the young to live well and the old to make a good end speaks foolishly, not merely because of the desirability of life, but because the same exercise at once teaches to live well and to die well. Much worse is he who says that it were good not to be born, but when once one is born to pass quickly through the gates of Hades. For if he truly believes this, why does he not depart from life? It would be easy for him to do so once he were firmly convinced. If he speaks only in jest, his words are foolishness as those who hear him do not believe.
Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect.
Fair enough. i don't believe i ever professed to be anything else.
The idea that i will cease to be does frighten me, sometimes. The times when it doesn't are the bleakest.
i mean, it's not the idea of being non-existent that's scary, that would be silly. It's the idea of running out of time to live and do things. i don't want this to have been 'it'. i don't want to lie in my deathbed thinking, 'Really? you had one life and THAT was what you did with it?'
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
I'm OK with this.
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
But we can't say with any certainty that time will even have an end, and i don't know what that would even entail.
Would it be more hopeful to point out that none of us are dead yet?
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
But when you think about what a human being is, and you think about all the things there are that can kill you, the fact that i even lived to have thoughts like that is in many ways kind of miraculous.
So i feel like i'm living on borrowed time and i should probably not kick up a fuss about that.
But really that raises the question of what you are. Some people would probably say that the copy was you, that there was no difference.
i considered posting 'everybody wants to change the world, everybody wants to change the world, but no-one, no-one wants to die' but thought better of it.
Yours was probably more respectable.
So...yeah
you know, this is actually better than i remembered it being
not exactly metal, but good
because materialism i guess
But i guess from your perspective, one moment you are putting your consciousness onto a hard disk and the next you are on a hard disk, with no memory of anything your old body did after that point.
Of course there's another you who has no such experience, so i guess from that perspective it hasn't solved anything.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
So much so that you could die for a billion billion years, then be resurrected and say "I only closed my eyes for a second"
i dunno, though, transhumanism is weird. i'm actually not clear on what a 'copy' of your mind is supposed to entail. In order to be a faithful continuation of your consciousness it would have to involve more than a direct simulation of your brain cells and neural pathways because that wouldn't be sufficient to allow you to continue to feel the same emotions and sensations that you did as a flesh-and-blood human being.
And all that's assuming that consciousness is entirely material in nature, of course.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Accustom yourself to believing that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply the capacity for sensation, and death is the privation of all sentience; therefore a correct understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life a limitless time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality. For life has no terrors for him who has thoroughly understood that there are no terrors for him in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer.
But in the world, at one time men shun death as the greatest of all evils, and at another time choose it as a respite from the evils in life. The wise man does not deprecate life nor does he fear the cessation of life. The thought of life is no offense to him, nor is the cessation of life regarded as an evil. And even as men choose of food not merely and simply the larger portion, but the more pleasant, so the wise seek to enjoy the time which is most pleasant and not merely that which is longest. And he who admonishes the young to live well and the old to make a good end speaks foolishly, not merely because of the desirability of life, but because the same exercise at once teaches to live well and to die well. Much worse is he who says that it were good not to be born, but when once one is born to pass quickly through the gates of Hades. For if he truly believes this, why does he not depart from life? It would be easy for him to do so once he were firmly convinced. If he speaks only in jest, his words are foolishness as those who hear him do not believe.
The idea that i will cease to be does frighten me, sometimes. The times when it doesn't are the bleakest.
i mean, it's not the idea of being non-existent that's scary, that would be silly. It's the idea of running out of time to live and do things. i don't want this to have been 'it'. i don't want to lie in my deathbed thinking, 'Really? you had one life and THAT was what you did with it?'
Nothing is enough anymore, nothing.
Logically if i were to suddenly drop dead then i would no longer worry about this so it'd be fine. But i am not ok with this.
Thanks.