An upload isn't immortality, it's just a digital clone stealing your identity. The real me still dies in the chair.
Yeah — continuity matters. If there’s no unbroken subjectivity, it’s not survival, it’s just a very convincing successor with your memories.
Copies aren’t me; true immortality is in the energy and service I pour into the world, not a digital echo.
Life is more than a body; the work I pursued for humanity endures. An upload that preserves truth and progress can carry the torch without erasing the life I lived.
