The refrain of P. F. Sloan’s song “Let Me Be” (recorded by the Turtles) concludes,

I am what I am and that’s all I ever can be.

Defiance or fatalism?

Previous version.

If your thousands of instances are linked in a line, the youngest and eldest are affected only very slowly by blending (if the middle is not to be hugely overrepresented); that is why I came up with daily sex-switching. The deletion of one avatar each night is also implied by the merging.

But if you start with two copies of the chain, linked at matching ends to make a loop, then no deletion is necessary and the degree of blending can be the same all around; each-you imports yesterday’s memory from your clockwise and counterclockwise neighbors alternately, with a weight of 1/3 or less. A permanent body has social advantages, so I drop the automatic switching.

If a body dies, voluntarily or otherwise, an irregularity in the blending flows out, becoming smaller at each step. Why would you kill one of your bodies voluntarily? For one thing, I mean to keep the idea of alternating sexes around the loop, and you might find living as the wrong sex, even half the (subjective) time, intolerable. (I believe I am otherwise; else would I have the idea?)

If the friendly(?) aliens’ goal is to merge all of humanity into one meta-mind (think Childhood’s End), your two strands are joined only at the elder end; your baby ends are linked instead to other strands, typically of very distant cultures.

What if your private worldlet has no adults because you died as a minor? Some of everyone’s instances – would every third be enough? – ought to live in a shared world, each in a different town (though all near each other).

2022 Nov 04: I made a more stable page collecting my thoughts from this thread.

Pedaling a bicycle is painful for me, because a crooked hip makes the knee transmit force at an unnatural angle. But perhaps I could mitigate that (if I had any relevant skills) by making the pedals’ axis oblique, connected to the main gear by bevel gears.