utopia, population one in many

So here is the current version of my upload/resurrection fantasy, as if anyone cares.

A benevolent alien or posthuman uses a time-viewer to scan your brain every night of your life. All of these versions of you wake up in idealized bodies on a simulated mini-world at solstice, each at the latitude where the day-length matches that of your original place and time. (I choose this arrangement mainly to mingle different ages.) If you come from a solstice, you’re at plus or minus your original latitude; if you come from an equinox, you’re on the equator.

Each night thereafter, one of your bodies vanishes and adjacent pairs of simulated brains are merged into slightly bigger brains, animating the remaining bodies. Suppose for simplicity that there are initially five brain-scans, A B C D E; the next day there are four bodies occupied by AB BC CD DE in the same order. The mergers are weighted so that each original contributes equally to the descendants; this means that, in each pair, the one nearest an end counts more.

You have an opportunity to give yourself a happy second childhood.

At some point – perhaps immediately, perhaps after a couple of days when you have inferred some of the basics – the system interface reveals itself to each of you. I imagine a sparkling hovering teddy-bear saying, “I am your servant; through me the world awaits your commands.” You many stately pleasure domes decree …

Somewhere on your island is a portal whose other side is in the shared world (just one, contrary to some of my earlier notions), placed as described in that post. You can also make private portals anywhere for your best friends.

When you first wake up, half of you (from alternate days) have switched sex; each day thereafter, you’re a boy if a majority of you remembers being a girl yesterday. Each evening you can vote to shift the ratio and thus the threshold.

I have some ideas of how I’d behave in such a setting, but am curious about people who are not me.

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

5 thoughts on “utopia, population one in many”

  1. We’d need some new pronouns:

    • “this-me, and/or my median predecessor(s) and/or successor(s)”
    • “a predecessor represented only weakly in this-me”
    • “a predecessor of both me and you”
    • “another-me near to this-me in sequence”
    • “another-me far from this-me”
  2. And, if the air is deep enough to make the day sky blue, nearly all of the night side is twilit. Remedy: make the sun near, and smaller than the earthlet. That makes the day shorter; but I guess the important thing to match is the length of day plus civil twilight.

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