So, your “self” isn’t just your brain, you have an entire nervous system throughout your body AND a secondary system linked to your gut and secondary tissues… Being just a brain isn’t even close to all of “you”
You know phantom limb syndrome? Imagine phantom everything syndrome
yeah that sounds great, liberate me from the endocrine. Haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be seperate from all the hormones and animal miscellenia? I think about it a lot.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal.
Functioning for several hours doesn’t sound good enough to start thinking about humans, lmao. Give me “a couple decades” and then I’ll be interested.
It sounds like the worst imaginable torture
I hear you, but consider this: robot body
So, your “self” isn’t just your brain, you have an entire nervous system throughout your body AND a secondary system linked to your gut and secondary tissues… Being just a brain isn’t even close to all of “you”
You know phantom limb syndrome? Imagine phantom everything syndrome
yeah that sounds great, liberate me from the endocrine. Haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be seperate from all the hormones and animal miscellenia? I think about it a lot.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal.