Teleportacija-prihodnost

takšnega skeniranja se v bodoče ne bo nihče branil, podpisal in strinjal se bo z uničenjem originala in nastankom kopije.

Ti seveda ne razumeš, da vsakič, ko zaspiš, v resnici umreš (tvoja zavest izgubi kontinuiteto) in se zbudiš kot svoja kopija, in to celo ne povsem popolna, ker se vmes kar nekaj stvari spremeni v tvojih možganih.

Ampak unlimited speed pa molekule plinov v luftu

Okapi je 9. mar 2014 ob 20:09 izjavil:

Ampak unlimited speed pa molekule plinov v luftu

Ne preveč dobesedno razumeti vsega skupaj. Kot prvo, iz Zemlje na Mars ne bi potovale tvoje molekule, ampak samo njihova informacija. Kot drugo, na Marsu se v teleporterju ne bi sestavil z "unlimited speed", ampak bi te "natisnili" v nekaj sekundah, dovolj počasi, da bi tvojo nastajajoče telo zrak v lahnem vetrcu iztisnilo iz komore (ali pa bi te morda sestavljali v vakuumu, če bi bilo to tehnološko bolj primerno, in bi potem postopno vzpostavili pravi tlak). Dajte malo domišljijo uporabljat, no.

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Lion29 je 9. mar 2014 ob 19:34 izjavil:

sem ze 10x napisal... za zunanjega opazovalca (mojo mamo, brata, najkljucnega mimoidocega).. njim je vseeno. za njih seveda to ni umor. Ker bodo vedno videli le mene... tudi ce je v resnici kopija.
JAZ kot oseba bom pa umrl. Ne bom zivel v klonu/kopiji/replikaciji/whatever naprej.
Mene bos kopiral in me ubil.
Kako drugi dojemajo mojo replikacijo mi je cisto ravno.

Aja, Okapi, čisto v vednost. Popolnega vakuuma ni in ga ni mogoče ustvariti. Tudi v vesolju ga ni tistega čistega ZER0 vakuuma.

To bi pocel zaradi teleportacije. Saj je Okapi lepo povedal. Ker bi v Avstralijo potoval eno uro ali pa deset minut namesto dveh dni al kolk zdej nucas.

Okapi je 9. mar 2014 ob 20:18 izjavil:

Aja, Okapi, čisto v vednost. Popolnega vakuuma ni in ga ni mogoče ustvariti. Tudi v vesolju ga ni tistega čistega ZER0 vakuuma.

In? Poskusi zdaj še razložiti, kaj ima to skupnega s tem, o čemer tu debatiramo. Tebe je skrbelo, kaj bi se zgodilo, če bi kar naenkrat tvojih 100 litrov volumna izpodrinilo zrak iz nekega mesta in jaz sem ti razložil, da to sploh ni noben problem. Sodelujete na tehnološkem forumu, gledate in berete sci-fi, pa nimate pol q domišljije

'I am Mr Bovey. We are all Mr Bovey in this store. I am a multiple human.'
Araminta was certain she'd be turning bright red with embarrassment. She knew what a multiple was, of course; one personality shared between several bodies through an adaptation of the gaiafield technology. This way, its practitioners claimed, was the true evolutionary leap for humanity that everyone else was pursuing down futile dead ends. A multiple human could never die unless every body was killed, which was unlikely in the extreme.

Several of hims were in the lounge, a couple were cooking, three were in the swimming pool. More were resting or sleeping upstairs, he told her.
It was like holding court. Her sitting on a broad leather sofa, hims on either side, and more sprawled on cushions at her feet as they chatted away. She took a long time to fight down her instinct that they were all separate people. He enjoyed teasing her, switching speaker mid-sentence, even arguing among himself. But the simultaneous laughter his bodies came out with was endearing. It was a wonderfully languid seduction.
Then the one she'd gone to dinner with leaned over and kissed her. By then the wine and the anticipation were making her heart pound and her skin burn.
'You choose,' he murmured silkily.
'Choose?'
'How many, and which ones.'
She'd glanced round, and seen identical expressions of delight and eagerness on each of him. For that long moment every one of him was completely indistinguishable; he could have been clones. That was when she accepted on a subconscious level that he truly was one.
'You of course,' she told her dinner companion. 'You did all the hard work getting me back here, after all.' Then she pointed. 'You.' The handsome one. 'You.' Young and very well muscled -she'd seen that when he climbed out of the pool.
The chosen three led her upstairs. Araminta thought that was daring enough, but the night swiftly evolved into a strenuous sexual adventure as Mr Bovey began teaching her acts that could only be performed as a group.
...
They gathered round, strong hands supporting her in different positions. She was made to climax with each of hims in turn, with the booster increasing the sensation each time as it gradually saturated her bloodstream. After the third one she flopped back on the mattress in a lovely warm fugue. That was when she saw more of hims had arrived to wait silent and naked around the bed. She didn't protest as they stared down excitedly. 'Yes,' she told them. In unison the fresh bodies closed in.

Okapi je 9. mar 2014 ob 21:58 izjavil:

In kaj točno pomeni "potegniti dušo iz telesa"? In kako jo misliš uploadati na Mars? Ti si samo z drugimi besedami povedal, da prebereš informacije o zavesti in jih prepišeš nekam drugam, izvirnik pa uničiš (ker sicer si dobil dva izvoda nečesa, kar mora načeloma biti samo v enem izvodu).

Če hočeš potovati na Mars, načeloma nočeš, da en tvoj izvod ostane na Zemlji. Razen seveda, če bi rad počel dve stvari sočasno. Obstaja pa tudi možnost "telepatske" povezanosti dveh ali več kopij zavesti v eno. Se pravi bo imela ena zavest lahko dve ali več teles. Malce tečno bo le pri večjih oddaljenostih zaradi svetlobne hitrosti (razlika med Zemljo in Marsom je lahko do 24 minut, če se ne motim, in bo zemeljski del zavesti informacije od marsovskega dela dobival s precejšnjo zamudo).

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