Personally (Presuming I'm the typical metal-man with headmeats in Figure B), I make a body with both the lack of hormones (except my brain, I need the glands that come with it to function at least 40% myself) and the ability to partition and/or fragment my mind/delete aspects within it, so that I will eventually shove emotional queries into the cybertrash and be a titanium asshat for eternity without completely losing said moral compasses and ethical logic towards things that aren't me/squishy (Otherwise I'd be a terminator with a meat-processor).
The whole argument that occurs when I bring the
Other Other Other White Meat to the table, though, constantly assumes that:
We are Figure B, otherwise the whole "It's only a copy of your mind and not you, end of discussion".
And results in:
We are like figure B, but we are so synthetic that it's almost uncanny to say we're cyborgs instead of androids.
Usually, my final jab at the though is:
One presumes that we can't alter ourselves once in that state of immortality. We just run the same prior to being nothing more that flesh and bone, albeit we don't die/age and thus go through the same emotional hurdles
(like someone dying every now and then in your life as you are now) x100
(both positive and negative) when the drive that is our 'human nature' cannot deal with the fact that everything it has attached itself to in the 'normal lifespan' is no longer there/active, and that specific condition (which we don't even really know how one reacts to this) continues to persist each 'cycle'.
I'm thinking that, with what everyone IRL perceives as 'realistic trans-humanism', that would put a lot of strain on someone's mind, even if they were a anti-social psychopath
"EVERYONE DIES AND I LIKE IT, BUT IT GOT BORING AFTER THE 30TH NUCLEAR WAR"
"... I HAVE NO PURPOSE..."Keeping the psychotic aspect in mind, what if they DON'T get bored? They become an insatiable monster with the longevity of a star and then some
who probably will figure out a way to make themselves invincible to every sort of means 'everyone else' has
(in terms of stopping power and not throwing tomatoes).
Now, say we go back to someone who
isn't devoted to twisting the heads off of newborns while listening to the remnants of the 2700s.
Obviously, most people are distraught when something dies. Some more than others, that's all due to psyche profiles and their differentiating amounts of tolerance to stress.
The normal person may be depressed a little, cry a bit, then eventually accepting of this.
I'll agree with that.
Imagine that over and over again for the last 500 years.
1000 years.
Shit.
Do you know how you grow up and then you look at the next generation and go "Wow, really...?"
You know the general stereotypical '90-year old bitching about the world today' ?
Conceptualize being one of the 3 BEINGS that can still speak "Old English", or English for that matter.
Imagine if (if society isn't already desensitized) living in a world where morals don't even amount to a rat's ass, yet you still try to complain about someone assaulting you and forcibly removing your right optical instrument for sale on the black market to your neighbor, who is currently eating some delicious dolphin steaks.
Your mind might adapt, but we don't even know if a mind could ADAPT and not simply break down (go apeshit) and suddenly become a new entity altogether. Or just shut down. Or not and stay frayed forever.
If the one with the carbon-nano-tube spine is the general everyman, the general everyman that does not wear 'swagger' or think it's alright to drive a modified back-loader over a ramp covered in unsafe pyrotechnics...
If they cannot fix the erroneous buildup in their wet-computer, they're fucked.
It depends on the individual with said laser-fingers. Most individuals geared toward this way of thinking are Technophiles, Trans-humanists, Tech Enthusiasts, Anti-social creatures and the sort that would sign themselves up for money, or simply want to gold-plate their nervous system. Mostly these people.
The foremost bunch may slightly object every now and then to what goes on and
may fall from mental grace, but the latter don't even give fucks about anything except themselves, and as long as they aren't on fire, the world can continue hurdling into the sun as they play Call of Duty 5000000000VR II XDVXDGDVD edition on SINGULARITY MODE.
I guess what I'm trying to throw out there is that, from
my P.O.V. and from what others feed me, the 'Human Condition' is the enabler of the trait we call 'Humanity'.
Tying immortality to that branch of touchy-feel-feels, you'd might as well take a drug that causes every social interaction-linked mental illness ever in the span of 1 second (This assumption of the shelf life of feels and state of being is a monumental uncertainty, but I'm only going off what I get).
Following the other assumption that there is no significant thing to alienate you from humanity sans the fact that you do not age/die from old age (and no visible metal columns sticking out of your ribcage),
there will be no "I look different from everyone else/I don't have flesh anymore, what am I?" to account for when you lose yourself.
So none of that bullshit unless your forearm gets sliced in two, and there's some frayed wires sticking out of the bone marrow.
NOW IF WE'RE ADAM JENSEN'S BASTARD CHILD ALL OF A SUDDEN.
Yeah. You and your subconscious are
one day going to have to delete that entry about "Being Human". And if not delete, REDACT. Accidentally Jizz on. Like, about 100 years from pre-immortality provided that there are still only a handful of cyborgs fucking about in the sky with their jetboots and laser vision.
Especially if you were 'normal' for the last 20-40 years.
You're now something-of-a-human. Was-Human.
Was-Flesh.
"There is no way that this poly-material hand will ever generate the feel of a real man."
"YOU CAN'T BE MY FATHER. HE HAD SKIN... AND A SOUL."
You especially won't hang onto that guise of
being filled with blood and hormones if everyone (The general populace) treats you like something else (Unless you're stubborn as hell about your meat-parts
PROVIDED THEY LEFT YOU WITH ANY and tend to cram Starbucks cups down throats every time someone calls you Iron-Man).
Just like how Adam Jensen "Never asked for this", you'll do the same.
And you know what I'm talking about.
One day you go "I WILL ALWAYS DO THIS HEUAHAEHAH."
"Hmm. You know what, I don't like this. Why did I do that?"
If you go and shove your hand into a wood chipper, don't you regret not having a hand later? (I mean if it's like you don't just get a neato hand-cannon that fires ionized plasma after).
I've seen people look at amputees like they have this disease. I don't even understand, but imagine those people if you've got this gaudy METAL FUCKING CLICKING WHIRRING ARMBOT ON YOUR ARM.
Provided that you'd have some immediately discriminating features about yourself (Like a tiny pulsating glow under the chest where your heart is) when attaining immortality, you'd better not want to be normal or loved.
That will take forever- OH LOL BUT YOU
HAVE FOREVER.
But then you have to go back and consider how much mental anguish you can take, and whether or not you'll develop this HATRED FOR FLESH while turning into HK-47 and calling everyone a 'Meatbag'.
I could go on and try to argue about Figure C and the whole 'brain-flashing- thing, but most people will allude to the whole "It's just not you anyways" without taking in the fact that even if it's not you, it's a clone of you, and almost like giving birth to a child/succession.
It'd be like Unit Junior, God Forbid.
And I guess AIs derived off the back of a dead man's skull and subject to a singularity resulting in the current gen AI is pretty much just the AI off the dead man's skull etc.
Also, the whole Fig B thing assumes that you again can't alter yourself and put your mind into a simulated reality that has a timeframe of 256 years/second.
You'd Damn Well Live Forever.