Introducing… the New You!
Wasn’t that the first thing the serpent promised Adam and Eve–“Ye shall not surely die”? Millenia later, the same scam is still out there.
Well, it’s kinda sorta immortality, isn’t it? Load a bunch of your stuff onto a disc–or, even better, up into the Cloud–and voila! You’re still here 700 years later.
[And now I have to pack it up and take myself off to the doctor etc., etc. Then the supermarket. I’ll be playing catch-up all day. *Sigh*]
Do we really, truly, want this guy around for the next 3,000 years?
If someone offered you an “immortality” consisting of a wax dummy of yourself that endlessly repeated some of your favorite catch-phrases, you wouldn’t buy it. But if Me 2.0 was made of a lot fancier technology, what then?
All of this “live forever!” schiff boils down to simulation: some thing, created by men’s hands, will continue to imitate you long after you’re gone.
Otherwise… Good grief, think about a world in which the politicians never die!
Older than the Boston Light!
True, I’ve already discussed this, here on the blog, but it seemed worthy of a fuller treatment. Besides, it fricasees my brains to come up with a Newswithviews column every week.
So you’re a Big Tech billionaire, and you want to live forever. Why? Yeah, I keep asking “Why?” today, and never get an answer. Like, how rich would Jeff Bezos be, by the time he’s 375 years old? And won’t it breed, I dunno, maybe just a wee touch of resentment, if we all have to die by the 1 percent of the 1 percent get to live forever?
They haven’t thought this through, have they?