I can’t speak for anyone else, but I would. The knowledge that “A” me is out there, somewhere, safe and sound, is uplifting, but it’s still quite chilling to realize you are staying wherever the hell you are. At least we die after enough time has passed because our bodies decay.
The SOMA protagonist wasn’t that lucky…
If you are the version doing the upload, you’re staying behind. The other “you” pops into existence feeling as if THEY are the original, so from their perspective, it’s as if they won the coin flip.
But the original CANNOT win that coinflip…
I think SOMA made it pretty clear we’re never uploading jack shit, at best we’re making a copy for whom it’ll feel as if they’ve been uploaded, but the original remains behind as well.
Haha right? Not saying this is you but whenever people try to tell me I have impostor syndrome, I’m thinking like “incompetent people exist. I’m just one of them”.
Funny, I’ve been in my current support/devops role for 9 years and every year I wonder more what the hell I’m doing. It somehow seems like I get dumber/lose knowledge/the field expands much more rapidly than my broken mind can keep up with.
I feel like a glorified script kiddie most of the time. I couldn’t program my way out of a wet paper bag if my life depended on it.
Even Avogadro’s number?
I liked this joke better when it was about async. Fits the purpose better.