Why Am I Here?
I’m sitting here watching the wrap-up of Obama’s inauguration, but for some reason I’m once again thinking about space and time. Why am I here right now? The universe is over 13 billion years old. The chance of me being alive during any natural era of human history on earth is so small that I can’t wrap my brain around it. It makes more sense to me to believe that I was really born billions of years ago and this current reality is nothing but a simulation of a normal human life at the zenith of our natural evolution. The real me is simply sitting somewhere in a galaxy far, far away plugged in to a simulator living out a normal life to pass time.
I am 31 years old. That means I am a member of the last generation to spend their entire adolescence in a pre-internet world. 31 years from now we will have designer babies, cloned organs, and regenerative medicine. Beyond that we will have robotic bodies that in-theory will have unlimited lifespans. Beyond that we should be able to develop a way to transcend our physical bodies all together and upload our consciousness to a secure location. From that location we could choose to live out virtual lives any time, any way, and during any era we choose. All of that should take no longer that 300 years, and some such as Ray Kurzweil feel as though it will take much less time than that. Long story short, this era of human history has had to of already happened.
Of course this is probably just my feeling of self importance getting the better of me. The Obama’s of the world are the real humans; you and I are just neural net bots programmed to fill that simulated world for them. Sleep tight.