After?
But that means the original, “real” you died and the person that comes out the other side is essentially a clone with a copy of your memories.
Is that distinguishable from the “real” you, though? Because from a material point of view, that’s real life too.
Your cells are dying and renovating, the atoms that make up your body come and go, your consciousness is a sliver of a moment of a flow of electricity that is gone before you can even intercept a moment.
If you could track every little bit of matter that makes you, you wouldn’t be able to keep an unique well defined “you” at any point in time. A convoluted system maintains your memories and self thorough that experience.
I’d argue that an instance of life is it’s continued existence. An interruption where it gets fully destroyed means that instance of a life has ended. Once reconstructed, a perfect, indistinguishable copy is created, but it is not the same life.
If you were to create the copy without destroying the original, would you now be in two places at the same time? Or are there two you’s in two different points in space?
What about when you sleep, or get anesthesia? Continued existence of what exactly?
What if you kill and freeze a person, and revive them later?
What if you do the same but piece by piece and reassemble them?
Of course teleporters make a copy of the original.
Unless there’s a malfunction in the dilithium encabulator matrix, then it would make you some sort of vacant, soulless husk that traps people in pattern buffers for fun in order to try and feel something after multiple lifetimes of torture and pain…
That never happens though.
What, never?
Okaaay, maybe like once or twice per hundred thousand teleports, but that’s like no big deal.
also, take your foot off of his shoulder
Miles Obryan looking down at the console: Ok good, teleportation complete, noooow to destroy the original.
This is possibly the scariest take on teleportation I can imagine. You get in the chamber, the button is pressed, the operator nods and confirms it’s complete.
Only then do you realise that a perfect replica of you, down to the molecule, has just been created somewhere else. You realise that you teleported to work the same morning, and shiver at the thought as the operator opens the nitrogen valves to the chamber to suffocate you. Your perfect replica is sitting down to dinner with the kids you remember raising but only now realise you never actually met. Your last thought before slipping into darkness is that no one can be warned, since your memories were copied the instant before the teleportation took place.
Sometimes when nobody’s around, he’ll let them out and do it the old fashioned way. “What’s the difference?” he asks himself.
…as he removes the surgical gloves.
DS9 meets Dexter - you know it’s gonna happen someday.
ETA: maybe a show following Kira, Garak, and Dukat during the war would be interesting.
Obryan
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Barack O’Bama
Garak O’Brien
They’re probably more likely to explain to you that a soul is not a real thing.
We should totally make copies of ourselves for sexual purposes.
Are you familiar with Schaffer the Darklord?
OK but that’s not different than just the passage of time
Not for everybody, although I’m starting to wish it were so I wouldn’t have to feel ever more thoroughly depressed as each day just brings more wanton destruction of any hope for a better future.
I think I’d prefer going through a portal instead
Pst the cake is a lie.
What is that picture from. It reminds me of the movie Heavy Metal but I don’t think it’s from that.
Also if you’ve never seen that y’all owe it to yourselves.
Seems great, thanks for the recommendation!
Here’s one back at you - Metal Hurlant Chronicles
