To Die Is To Run Out Of Fuel

Dying is not a sacred duty.  Not all things die (or have sex).  Dying, like sex,  is an evolutionary tool to give a competitive renewal edge to our species.  Dying is running out of fuel.   Re-fuel and live a long time.  It's not immoral, just an opportunity.   Refuelling means cleaning up protein tangles on neurons, refreshing heart muscle with our own stem cells,  re-growing flexible clear eyeballs, taking DNA tweaks. It also means having high integrity data backups.   If you are present holographically in more than one location with avatars and sensing some things as if part of your own body, just who the heck are you, anyway?  And if part goes down, are you still there?      We already know that parts of our body can be gone without the "This is me" part disappearing.  Limbs gone or paralyzed don't stop you from saying "I am".  An ear can go, both eyes can go, the lower jaw can go, but the experience of "I" continues.   Add back in sensations that will be coming in from avatars at remote places where people interact with you.  What have you got?  This question is coming up with uncomfortable answers soon.

I should have taken the DNA tweak package
on my 120th birthday.

Death has been treated like religion because up until now you could count on it, plan your life around it, and couldn't skip it.  I think it's becoming optional for some, to be replaced by a balance sheet of how much stuff you have in the world that's working and how much is not.