we can not transfer our consciousness to computers..yet. this dream, portrayed in several novels, shows, and movies, but not yet possible.

from my pov, it’s already here. i have been doing it for as long as i remember now. ever since my first touch of a computer keyboard. if this was a video and you were hearing my voice over old footage of a kid in front of an off-white CRT monitor and an off-white case with green, oval shaped buttons and an equally matching off-white keyboard and mouse..there would be a sound in the background. dial-up modem noise.

Back then, mice were like actual pets. You had to take care of them. Clean them, pet them..anyway..back to the main topic i guess.

Since those early days, since my first chats using mIRC, countless ICQ accounts that i never got to memorize their numbers, MSN and yahoo! messengers, and Paltalk..there was part of me left online..forever..somewhere.

Every post and reply on vBulletin pr php forum. Even so, every forum I created…downloaded, configured, uploaded, then installed. Part of me was uploaded and installed with them.

Can I even remember all the accounts I have created over the years? Usernames? Emails? How are my Neopets doing? What was in my inventory in RuneScape?

Every web page I created or code I published..they are part of me. Part of who I am and how I think and approach a problem. The timestamps also offer a glimpse into how I learn and evolve.

I have always loved to create..the computer along with the internet gave me a teacher, a friend, and audience. Create music? Done. graphics? Photographs? Scripts? Writings? Android app? Websites? Contribute to opensource projects? Contribute to a game? Share screenshots? All done albeit not really masterpiece material, but it’s my own work. It’s me.

In the future, would that make it possible to gather all these bits and pieces to construct a version of me? different, but same. 

Does this mean we are immortals now?