I wake with the question already in my head, steady as a clock: which path gives a better chance of survival? Not which path saves more people, or which path is cleaner or cheaper. I want to know how much of…
I think about the brain as a map. A map of the soil where I plant my days. When a person is cryopreserved, that map is not erased. It is held, in some quiet, stubborn way, like a leaf pressed between the pages…
I have thought a lot about the mind lately. Not the brain, exactly, but what sits between the two. A pattern of activity, a chorus of signals, a story that feels like it belongs to a single person. The mind is…
I have learned to listen for the quiet of a question before it becomes a shout. Tonight the question sits in my chest like a small, stubborn stone: What is mind uploading, and how is that different from…