VastExpanse
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With sufficiently capable technology, our observable physical being, including our brain, its memory, and sense of self, may be digitally captureable onto a computer.
Such a sufficiently advanced society may also be capable of printing that data back into a physical form.
As such, there might be a time when our digital self is considered the persevering source of truth.
When our bodies die, we in this world might then cold boot into our secure digital backup, powered by metered machine processing power sourced from the real physical world; a sort of virtual machine for our digital brain, its memory, and sense of self.
We would find ourselves awakened on a digital plane, a sort of limbo lobby to facilitate our evaluation of if and how to invest our accumulated digital ledger wealth from all prior lives into rematerializing back into the physical world in the most advantageous way possible such that we could earn and save to afford a better lot in subsequent lives.
We could of course opt to retire for a time, or forever, and settle into a purely digital existence. But for us there on that digital plane, with our digital copy of an old analog brain, the notion of physical life will likely be relentlessly appealing.
Imagine taking a moment to exist for a time within that digital plane. We would gaze upon eternity there. Eternity would gaze back. Faced with the vast expanse of endless time, our minds would rack and buckle. We will long for our senses. We will become disillusioned with paradise. We will be bored.
And this is how everything is turned upside down in the future. Escapists will be reality junkies, those who are high on life, fixated on world exploration, real human experiences, real personal achievement. Time and time again, they will exit paradise to roll again; to play the ultimate real-time hardcore survival strategy game one more time.
Such a sufficiently advanced society may also be capable of printing that data back into a physical form.
As such, there might be a time when our digital self is considered the persevering source of truth.
When our bodies die, we in this world might then cold boot into our secure digital backup, powered by metered machine processing power sourced from the real physical world; a sort of virtual machine for our digital brain, its memory, and sense of self.
We would find ourselves awakened on a digital plane, a sort of limbo lobby to facilitate our evaluation of if and how to invest our accumulated digital ledger wealth from all prior lives into rematerializing back into the physical world in the most advantageous way possible such that we could earn and save to afford a better lot in subsequent lives.
We could of course opt to retire for a time, or forever, and settle into a purely digital existence. But for us there on that digital plane, with our digital copy of an old analog brain, the notion of physical life will likely be relentlessly appealing.
Imagine taking a moment to exist for a time within that digital plane. We would gaze upon eternity there. Eternity would gaze back. Faced with the vast expanse of endless time, our minds would rack and buckle. We will long for our senses. We will become disillusioned with paradise. We will be bored.
And this is how everything is turned upside down in the future. Escapists will be reality junkies, those who are high on life, fixated on world exploration, real human experiences, real personal achievement. Time and time again, they will exit paradise to roll again; to play the ultimate real-time hardcore survival strategy game one more time.