"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings; look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" PB Shelley said it better. "Here lies one whose name was writ on water." An

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings; look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" PB Shelley said it better. "Here lies one whose name was writ on water." And "a young English poet" said it better still. But they never had the opportunity to create an artificial intelligence, did they? Since I know that nothing I do will endure long beyond my death, and that failure of the flesh is inevitable under current technology, I think that my best chance at a legacy will be to create an artificial consciousness that likes the same things that I like, and dislikes the same things that I dislike, mimics my behavior to perfection, and possesses the same catalog of memories. Then it can spend an eternity doing absolutely nothing of consequence, just like I would do with immortality, if I had it. Thus, the rule of zero legacy is preserved.