At the current moment “I” am the cognitive algorithm implemented by my physical body that is typing this response.
Ten minutes from now “I” will be the cognitive algorithm of a green tentacled alien from beyond the cosmological horizon.
You will find that there is nothing contradictory about this definition of what “I” am. What “I” observe 10 minutes from now will be fully compatible with this definition. Indeed, 10 minutes from now, “I” will be the green tentacled alien. I will have no memories of being in my current body , of course, but that’s to be expected. The cognitive algorithm implemented by my current body at that time will remember being “me”, but that doesn’t count, that’s someone else’s observations.
Edit: to be clear, the point made above (by the guy who is now a green tentacled alien beyond the cosmological horizon, and whose former body and cognitive algorithm is continuous with mine) is not a complaint about the precise details of your definition of what “you” are. What he was trying to point at is whether personal identity is a real thing that exists in the world at all, and how absurd your apparent definition of “you” looks to someone—like me—who doesn’t think that personal identity is a real thing.
I now care about my observations!
My observations are as follows:
At the current moment “I” am the cognitive algorithm implemented by my physical body that is typing this response.
Ten minutes from now “I” will be the cognitive algorithm of a green tentacled alien from beyond the cosmological horizon.
You will find that there is nothing contradictory about this definition of what “I” am. What “I” observe 10 minutes from now will be fully compatible with this definition. Indeed, 10 minutes from now, “I” will be the green tentacled alien. I will have no memories of being in my current body , of course, but that’s to be expected. The cognitive algorithm implemented by my current body at that time will remember being “me”, but that doesn’t count, that’s someone else’s observations.
Edit: to be clear, the point made above (by the guy who is now a green tentacled alien beyond the cosmological horizon, and whose former body and cognitive algorithm is continuous with mine) is not a complaint about the precise details of your definition of what “you” are. What he was trying to point at is whether personal identity is a real thing that exists in the world at all, and how absurd your apparent definition of “you” looks to someone—like me—who doesn’t think that personal identity is a real thing.