Ray Kurzweil is not my savior

RAY KURZWEIL IS NOT MY SAVIOR

I uploaded my life to the cloud.

Ray Kurzweil said I could reinvent myself

As an immortal Singularitan.

Beyond not believing this was possible,

I didn’t know what I would do,

Or what it might feel like,

If it were the case.

What if the power went off?

Would I then not be immortal?
If I were rebooted, would I remember the down time?

A man’s cybermolecules scattered all across the damned universe,

Would I feel like “Immortal, Interrupted”?

What if I didn’t get a software upgrade

In a timely fashion?

What if I were on a slow connection speed?

Would I feel like “Immortal, Second Class”?

Ditto for all my necessary hardware.

What if resource wars break out

Because everybody else likes Kurzweil’s opportunity?

Will our planet run dry?

Will Kurzweil’s Fordies kill the rest of us, or make us drones?

These were only a few of the many questions

That wandered through my mind.

So I shut the lid to Pandora’s laptop

And toddled off to face a strange, unsettled sleep.