“You know, in 30 years, we’ll be able to upload ourselves to a computer,” my seven-year-old daughter says as we walk around the neighborhood. Our dog darts through my legs and I try not to trip over the leash; my six-year-old son’s grip is the only thing protecting a nearby cat. The three-year-old keeps up. Perfect moment for philosophy.
“That’s called transhumanism,” I respond, “and it’s not possible, no matter the advances in technology.” She moved on, as seven-year-olds do, but I was stuck with a horrifying thought: We could live forever on the internet.
Horrifying in real life, perhaps, but still entertaining.