Jess at 02:55, 15 March 2009

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As much as I enjoyed the ''Star Trek'' series (and series, and series...) when I was a kid (OK, as a young adult. Give me some slack, will you?) I've always had a big worry about ''transporters''. I know, they did several episodes on the various obvious problems with transporters, but as far as I know they never covered this one.

So you get onto the transporter stage, Scotty pushes the lever forward (what ever happened to ''button'', guys?) and you are dismantled, atom by atom, and the information that constitutes your being is beamed off to somewhere else where you are reconstituted like a dehydrated noodle packet. You emerge hale and hearty with no discomfort, right? But wait...

... What about when you were getting dismantled? Doesn't that ''hurt''? Like, a ''lot''?

Well, that experience is edited out, so you have no memory of it. No problem? I don't think so. ''This'' me is the one that's going to get disintegrated, probably in agony. I'm sorry, but I don't give a damn how happy that ''other'' me is going to be to have avoided the hassle of actually ''going'' from one place to another. ''I'm'' the one who pays the price for that bastard's laziness. No thanks!

This reminds me of the time I had to have a something-or-other-scope stuck down my throat to check out my esophagus and stomach. The doctor explained how it would all work, saying, "Now, you have to be awake during the procedure, because I need your cooperation. But don't worry, I'll give you a sedative so that you won't remember a thing."

Wait a minute, I thought, ''what'' won't I remember? Why wouldn't I want to remember it? That's fine for later, but right now this experience I wouldn't want to remember is in the ''future'', and I ''am'' going to ''experience'' it, whether I remember it or not.

Of course I went through with it, because it was necessary, and we learned useful things from it; and sure enough, I can't remember a thing about the experience, except maybe when I called up my wife afterward with a lewd proposition (that was a ''good'' sedative!) - but I still have trouble believing that editing out bad memories is as good as not having bad experiences in the first place.

Let me segue from ''Star Trek'' to ''Star Wars''. If countless millions of people (human and other) are, at any given moment, dying in screaming agony as their "old" body is dismantled in preparation for beaming ''via'' transporter, wouldn't that constitute a pretty huge "disturbance in the Force"? Well, I have learned never to mix religion with reason, so let's leave that alone. Still, the Ethics gang ought to have a field day with this one. Maybe a whole new branch of scholarly pondering will be named after me. You think? I hope not!

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 As much as I enjoyed the ''Star Trek'' series (and series, and series...) when I was a kid (OK, as a young adult.  Give me some slack, will you?) I've always had a big worry about ''transporters''.  I know, they did several episodes on the various obvious problems with transporters, but as far as I know they never covered this one.
-So you get onto the transporter stage, Scotty pushes the lever forward (what ever happened to ''button'', guys?) and you are dismantled, atom by atom, and the information that constitutes your being is beamed off to somewhere else where you are reconstituted like a dehydrated noodle packet.  You emerge hale and hearty with no discomfort, right?  But wait...
+So you get onto the transporter stage, Scotty pushes the lever forward (what ever happened to ''buttons'', guys?) and you are dismantled, atom by atom, and the information that constitutes your being is beamed off to somewhere else where you are reconstituted like a dehydrated noodle packet.  You emerge hale and hearty with no discomfort, right?  But wait...
 ... What about when you were getting dismantled?  Doesn't that ''hurt''?  Like, a ''lot''?

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Jess at 02:55, 15 March 2009

Jess: New page: ''Blistiki'' --> here ---- As much as I enjoyed the ''Star Trek'' series (and series, and series...) when I was a kid (OK, as a young adult. Give me some slack, will...