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Quite often I am crippled with the idea that at a certain moment I will cease to exist. The moment the neurons stop firing. No more. I cannot imagine not imagin
by WirelessGigabit 4y ago
Quite often I am crippled with the idea that at a certain moment I will cease to exist. The moment the neurons stop firing. No more. I cannot imagine not imaging anymore. I like to think. I like to solve problems.
Yet one day, no more. And while I can look at a computer that hasn't been plugged in in 5 years, I cannot imagine what it must feel.
I wish I could upload my conscience to a computer. While it would be a copy of me, at least that copy could continue to learn and think.
- LucasLarson 3y agoMy family has spent the last few billion years reproducing only if they found nonexistence unimaginable or terrifying. While I am one of them, and while I try to not blame myself for it, I resent the amount of time I spend considering how I feel about this, how I will feel the moment I die, and how many times more I will anxiously consider this between now and then. On the other hand, I hope to giggle when I realize how similar dying is to falling asleep. Each day, I am no more. I think my inclination towards digital hoarding is, at least in part, a refutation of my mortality and as close to the singularity as I will ever get.