I definitely agree that incremental change (which gets stickier with incremental non-destructive duplication) is a sticky point. What I find the most problematic to my my thesis is a process where every new datum is saved on a new medium, rather than the traditionally-cited cell-by-cell scenario. It’s problematic but nothing in it convinces me to step up to Mr Bowie-Tesla’s machine under any circumstances. Would you? How about if instead of a drowning pool there was a team of South America’s most skilled private and public sector torture experts, who could keep the meat that falls through alive and attentive for decades? Whatever the other implications, the very eyes seeing these words would be the ones pierced by needles. I don’t care if the copy gets techno-heaven/ infinite utility.
Your thought experiment doesn’t really hit the point at issue for me. My answer is always “I want to stay where I am”. For silicon to choose meat is for the silicon to cease to exist, for meat to choose silicon is for meat to cease to exist. I only value the meat right now because that is where I am right now. My only concern is for ME, that is the one you are talking to, to continue existing. Talk to a being that was copied from me a split second ago and that guy will throw me under the bus just as quickly (allowing for some altruistic puzzles where I do allow that I might care slightly more about him than a stranger, but mostly because I know the guy and he’s alright and I can truly empathize with what he must be going through (ie if I’m dying tomorrow anyway and he gets a long happy life, but I may do the same for a stranger). The scenario is simply russian roulette if you won’t accept my “I want to stay put” answer.
Shit, if I came to realize that I was a freshly-minted silicon copy living in a non-maleficent digital playground I would be eternally grateful to Omega, my new God whether It likes it or not, and that meat shmuck who chose to drown his monkey ass just before he realized he’d taken the Devil’s Bargain.
Not that “meat” has any meaning other than “separate entity” here. If I am sim-meat I want to stay this piece of sim meat.
I definitely agree that incremental change (which gets stickier with incremental non-destructive duplication) is a sticky point. What I find the most problematic to my my thesis is a process where every new datum is saved on a new medium, rather than the traditionally-cited cell-by-cell scenario. It’s problematic but nothing in it convinces me to step up to Mr Bowie-Tesla’s machine under any circumstances. Would you? How about if instead of a drowning pool there was a team of South America’s most skilled private and public sector torture experts, who could keep the meat that falls through alive and attentive for decades? Whatever the other implications, the very eyes seeing these words would be the ones pierced by needles. I don’t care if the copy gets techno-heaven/ infinite utility.
Your thought experiment doesn’t really hit the point at issue for me. My answer is always “I want to stay where I am”. For silicon to choose meat is for the silicon to cease to exist, for meat to choose silicon is for meat to cease to exist. I only value the meat right now because that is where I am right now. My only concern is for ME, that is the one you are talking to, to continue existing. Talk to a being that was copied from me a split second ago and that guy will throw me under the bus just as quickly (allowing for some altruistic puzzles where I do allow that I might care slightly more about him than a stranger, but mostly because I know the guy and he’s alright and I can truly empathize with what he must be going through (ie if I’m dying tomorrow anyway and he gets a long happy life, but I may do the same for a stranger). The scenario is simply russian roulette if you won’t accept my “I want to stay put” answer.
Shit, if I came to realize that I was a freshly-minted silicon copy living in a non-maleficent digital playground I would be eternally grateful to Omega, my new God whether It likes it or not, and that meat shmuck who chose to drown his monkey ass just before he realized he’d taken the Devil’s Bargain.
Not that “meat” has any meaning other than “separate entity” here. If I am sim-meat I want to stay this piece of sim meat.