Quite often I am crippled with the idea that at a certain moment I will cease to exist. The moment the neurons stop firing. No more. I cannot imagine not imaging anymore. I like to think. I like to solve problems.

Yet one day, no more. And while I can look at a computer that hasn't been plugged in in 5 years, I cannot imagine what it must feel.

I wish I could upload my conscience to a computer. While it would be a copy of me, at least that copy could continue to learn and think.