QUOTE (brainchild @ Jul 11 2008, 11:40 AM)

I just saw this thread, else I would have commented. It was me! I changed it when I made you my friend...I figured you'd correlate the times. You seem like a neat gal, I figured you'd 'get it'. To answer your question; it is both prank and question.
On the "shortness" of life; check out the premise behind
Kurzweil's Singularity, expected around 2050. If you can make it that far, you'll be able to "upload" your conciousness into a machine avatar, achieving practically infinite lifespans.
I thought it was you and that's why I said there was "one probable suspect from the get-go". It just felt a little weird PMing the great and powerful Oz, so I thought I'd make sure. Silly me.
Living thousands of years as an intelligence... think I've been there before. (Which is a really big stretch of a joke for anyone other than theologians who've studied American-born faiths and put 2 and 2 together that I'm from Utah.)
I'm not much of a scientist and I realize the draw of having the whole of one's thoughts going on without the degradation of age or illness is powerful for some. Would be a sort of ultimate goal. To exist in one's prime in one's most gifted field... many things could be accomplished. But I guess I don't really want that. I believe loosely in life and progress beyond the one we're currently apart of, but the two don't have to be mutually exclusive. My brain could live on here, humming away and my soul (spirit, life force, whatever) could continue on with its regularly scheduled program. Whatever that is.
My first year of college, I had the grades, scholarship and various other hooey that gave me automatic entrance into the Honor's Program. By that point in my life I was just about over accolades but was excited about being around other people my same age that were likely very nerdy as well.

As part of the program, we went to plays, operas, museums -- all those things that "smart" people are supposed to like. During the course of that first year, we saw two different plays by Tom Stoppard. The first being
Arcadia, the second being
Rough Crossing. I was enthralled with
Arcadia while just about every other member of the Honors group hated it, thought it boring. Heh, even the professor that came with us. It's main tenet (and I need to go back and read it again, been almost a decade now) is that the highest levels of all thought come to certain truths and these truths intersect at the highest level no matter what the field of study. Not a new idea, but one I was thinking a lot about at the time.
Rough Crossing, on the other hand, is predictable and formulaic. Standard comedy faire for the last 1000 years. The others loved this one and I didn't. I remember everyone back on the bus thinking Stoppard had been a hack, but not now they could appreicate him. Something about that day...
Anyway, part of the plot in
Arcadia is that there is a brilliant young woman who excels in physics, falls in love with her tutor and I'm not remembering all the details right but commits suicide by fire rather than live the rest of her life without him. This is why I need to read it again, but it explains why she picked fire, having an explanation as to why when the universe started to reverse back to the beginning, she wouldn't be recreated. A very final act. Her message being, what is the point of living or living forever if you don't have love? Now I'm not a teenage girl and I've never been suicidal about unrequited love, but to an extent, I would agree.
It was mentioned in the article you linked that the machines wouldn't have need for progeny or love. That is a great part of what makes us human. Sure all those cravings have had the heck explained out of them by science, but there is a great deal to us that is irrational. And in that irrationality is where I find the beauty. If we condense the Bohemian ideals into four: Beatuy, Freedom, Truth and Love; I've got all I want of the first three.
To leave us existing for eons as thoughts, we'd have stripped so much of what makes us humans and have become an entity of only thought. For all intents and purposes, a machine. So if or when this Singularity occurs, I'll likely pass on keeping my thoughts kickin' around for millenia. It would be an odd sentimentality to keep the thoughts of an inferior machine churning away when newer and more efficient ones would be constantly created. But then again, keep those human brains working. For exactly those reasons: Irrationality and Sentimentality. There would still be a kernel of humanity to the idea of it. An enduringly hopeless optimism.