Suppose that rather than copying my brain, I adjoined it to some external computer in a kind of reverse-Ebborian act; electrically connecting my synapses to a big block of computrons that I can consciously perform I/O to. Over the course of life and improved tech, that block expands until, as a percentage, most of my thought processes are going on in the machine-part of me. Eventually my meat brain dies—but the silicon part of me lives on.
This is very similar to the premise of Greg Egan’s short story, “Learning to be me”.
This is very similar to the premise of Greg Egan’s short story, “Learning to be me”.