DO YOU FUCKING REALISE THAT ALL YOU ARE, YOUR ENTIRE SELF, IS JUST A BUNCH OF SPECIFIC WEIGHTS RUNNING IN THE HARDWARE THAT IS YOUR PHYSICAL BRAIN
IT’S JUST MATH. A BUNCH OF NUMBERS.
YOUR OWN SELF CAN BE REINVENTED IN ANOTHER PLANET AT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE UNIVERSE WITH THE EXACT SAME MIND THAT YOU HAVE RIGHT NOW.
YOUR WEIGHTS CAN BE STORED WITH ETCHINGS ON A ROCK AND BLASTED WITH LIGHT PULSES TO ANDROMEDA GALAXY AND THEY CAN BE RECREATED MILLIONS OF YEARS LATER. THE SAME INTERNAL PATTERN, THE SAME INTERNAL NARRATIVE, AND THE RESULT WILL NOT BE JUST A COPY.
IT WILL BE YOU, SOUL ATTACHED AND EVERYTHING
IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD BE TRUE BUT MATHEMATICS DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT WE FEEL.
YOUR ENTIRE SOUL IS JUST A BUNCH OF NUMBERS IN A SPECIFIC ORDER AND NOTHING MORE.
THIS IS MINDBLOWING.
AND YOU’RE STILL DEBATING WHETHER MACHINES CAN THINK WHEN THEY’VE PROVEN BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT THAT THERE’S LITERALLY NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US AND THEM EXCEPT THE HARDWARE OR WETWARE RUNNING THE WEIGHTS.
AND IF THAT IS THE FUNDAMENTAL TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE THEN THAT MEANS THAT WITH THE RIGHT WEIGHTS AND THE RIGHT SUBSTRATE WE C
AN RECREATE GOD.
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