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Re: Re: Re: Re: Scientists teleport atom for first time
| quote: | Originally posted by Flyboy217
This is an excellent philosophical question.
Rephrase it this way: Suppose you were told that there was a 100% chance of success of getting through the teleporter safely. And suppose, as before, that you accepted a material reductionist view of the mind-- that is, that the mind is nothing but the byproduct of the brain's neurochemistry. Would you go through? This is very hard to answer "no" to, because of the implications... namely, that teleportation is identical to, say, walking.
However, consider it another way: Suppose you walked into the first machine, then remote machine created a copy of you, and then the first copy was destroyed in some harmless fashion. No problem, right? But suppose the first machine accidentally didn't destroy your atoms. You would be alive and well in the first machine and the second. Then suppose the first machine realizes its mistake, and decides to slaughter you. Now "you" are dead. Where's the rub?
The magic is in the details. Philosophically, this sounds perplexing and paradoxical... you would like to go through because there's no difference from walking, but the second argument shows that the copy is in some way not "you." So now what's the problem? It's in what's called the "no cloning theorem," which states that a quantum state CANNOT be replicated exactly while preserving the original. That is to say, the teleporter simply must destroy the original and create the "clone" simultaneously (atom by atom, that is). The problem is getting all the atoms to go at the same time.
Spooky, ain't it? |
i see what you mean.
another example: say you go under a coma and while you are under, they download the exact molecular structure your brain. Like they made an exact replica, but they put it on a machine. Now someone wakes the of two you up, you and the machine, and which is "you"? Do you have the ability to share your conciousness?
Consciousness (our exprience) is all we have.
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