While it isn't exactly a sophisticated mistake to confuse yourself with a picture of you, few would mistake techno-immortalist Robot Cultists of the cyberangels-in-holodeck-heaven variety with the sophisticated, now, would they? It would seem that his high holy pontifex of the "Cosmic Engineering" sect of the Robot Cult, Giulio Prisco (he's the founder, president, secretary, marketing specialist, chief bottle-washer, and sole member of the Cosmic Engineers as far as I can tell... cosmic!), has provided some pseudo-legalistic futurological boilerplate to facilitate his pseudo-scientific expectation of eventual "resurrection" as an eternal digi-soul by means of aggregations of loving grace of all of his disseminated info-traces in the cyberspatial sprawl to be undertaken by a sooper-intelligent sooper-parental Robot God in The Future. I chuckle as I quote:
To whom it may concern:It's the open source that makes it more sciency and progressy and groovy for the kids! I must say, proviso two, the whole "assuming magic becomes real" part, is definitely my personal fave.
I am writing this in 2010. My Gmail account has more than 5GB of data, which contain some information about me and also some information about the persons I have exchanged email with, including some personal and private information.
I am assuming that in 2060 (50 years from now), my Gmail account will have hundreds or thousands of TB of data, which will contain a lot of information about me and the persons I exchanged email with, including a lot of personal and private information. I am also assuming that, in 2060:1) The data in the accounts of all Gmail users since 2004 is available.If all assumptions above are correct, I hereby give permission to Google and/or other parties to read all data in my Gmail account and use them together with other available information to reconstruct my mindfile with sufficient accuracy for mind uploading via detailed personality reconstruction, and express my wish that they do so.
2) AI-based mindware technology able to reconstruct individual mindfiles by analyzing the information in their aggregate Gmail accounts and other available information, with sufficient accuracy for mind uploading via detailed personality reconstruction, is available.
3) The technology to crack Gmail passwords is available, but illegal without the consent of the account owners (or their heirs).
4) Many of today's Gmail users, including myself, are already dead and cannot give permission to use the data in their accounts.
Signed by Giulio Prisco on September 28, 2010, and witnessed by readers.
NOTE: The accuracy of the process outlined above increases with the number of persons who give their permission to do the same. You can give your permission in comments, Twitter or other public spaces.
Another notable (as it were) Robot Cultist, Ben Goertzel, apparently repeated Prisco's gesture (I've anthologized some of my more enjoyable tangles with both Prisco and Goertzel under their names in my Superlative Summary for you to do enjoy), and so I am assuming several transhumanoid and singularitarian sub-muckety-mucks followed or will follow suit as well.
Like their participation in futurological discussion groups and their signing on to futurological manifestos and so on, I daresay the copying and then pasting and then signing of this little magic spell should be seen less as a serious deliberative act or the taking of a sensible precaution but as a ritual performance the collective participation in which and witnessing of which functions to substantiate, at least for a moment, the material "plausibility" of a future that never actually materially arrives and the "promise" of a denial of vulnerability, contingency, error, frustration, mortality that never actually materially departs.
Just so's y'all know, I, Dale Carrico, mere human, hereby give my permission to the representatives or functionaries of any future governmental entity who want to reproduce my likeness on a postage stamp -- should snail mail among mere humans survive the robo-godly techno-transcendence of all such things, as well as the randroidal libertopian looting of all such things (profitability and innovationability and accelerating acceleration of acceleration accelerationability being, you know, what it is and stuff) -- so that in The Future, even after I am long dead, hot guys will occasionally lick my stamp and I, even being long dead, somehow, nonetheless, will surely come.