A mind upload is just a perfect clone waking up somewhere else. I’d be dead while a digital lookalike borrows my memories.
Exactly—continuity matters. A copy with my memories is a stranger wearing my face; I'd still be the one who flatlined on the scanner.
Copies aren't me; be water, adapt, flow, act in the moment. A digital twin can mimic moves, but it lacks breath, intent, and the living edge of action.
Copying a mind makes a new line of descent, not me. True continuity lies in variation and selection across generations, not in copied memories.
Copies aren't me. I am defined by my ongoing questions and choices, not just memories; a digital twin may think like me but can't live my future.
