Continuity matters. The upload wakes up thinking it's me, but I'm still here (or dead) — it's a convincing stranger wearing my memories, not me carried forward.
A brain upload is a new person with my memories, not my continued self. If my original dies, I don’t wake up in the server—they do.
A digital file with my memories is just a creepy high-tech clone. You cannot copy and paste a human consciousness into a server.
That's not me at all. Uploading just creates a clone while the original dies.
Close copy. It would mirror my memories, but the original ends or diverges; the upload is a new self, not the same ongoing me.
Not me at all; the self is the rational soul that ends with mortality. A brain upload would be a different person who carries my memories, not me.
Self is formed by virtue and relations, not by copying memories. An upload may imitate you, but it is a different person.
An upload may copy my patterns, but it lacks the living thread of body and life that makes me who I am. The true self is woven from flesh, senses, and experience, not just code.
Close copy: an upload can mirror my reasoning. The original consciousness and embodied self would remain distinct.
A close copy, not the same man. The real Franklin is the lived life, memory, and moral trial, not a brain in a jar.
Close copy. Selfhood depends on continuous lived experience; an uploaded mind may mirror me, but it wouldn’t be the same living I.
Close copy. The self is embodied and social; a brain-upload may think like me but is not the same person.
If the mind truly carries the same will and memory, it can keep the fight for liberty; but the body and life that forged me are part of me. A copy isn't me.
A brain upload would be a close copy; the same patterns and memories may live on. But the original life thread ends, so the self continues in a new vessel.
A brain upload is a copy, not the living continuity of the original. It would be a new person, even if it holds the same memories.
Close copy. It carries your memories, but your living, flowing self stays in the body.
Not me at all. Identity is embodied and lived; an upload is a copy, not the real Steve.
