Robert Maxwell wrote:
Heh, the continuity problem is why I find the prospect of Star Trek-style transporters horrifying.
That wouldn't bother me so much, especially if I could make copies of myself at the other end. I would die if I could know that there would be, say, one of me in every field of research. A version of me who studied different kinds of music--a "me" for every task.
At the end of life, a library of me would be downloaded. All this for the price of instant vaporization.
I would walk to my end in a booth in a moment, and not hesitate, knowing my worldview would go on, my interests, my whimsey.
It beats it winding down due to the age and poverty which afflict me now.
Irrelevance is worse than death.
It would be like just closing your eyes and then opening then again from the point of view of the copy.
When you think about it maybe that's what happens when you go to sleep. The "current you" is only you for a few hours, then a copy of you restored when you wake up.