My Cybernetic Daydream, Part 1

One day I would enjoy waking up, quite by surprise, exploring the universe.

When I write the word “exploring” I don’t mean thinking about it while googling the excellent NASA image database. Rather, I mean exploration as an exact replication of my mind, and with it, my personality and curiosity and artistic inclinations.

As I reflect on the notion of interstellar travel as a human being, I would think rather than risk sending my frail body and catching a nasty flu from the exotic fauna of some distant planet, it would be preferable to travel with my consciousness secured in a clever storage medium and build what’s needed once I get there.

If the mood would take me, upon arrival at a rocky planet circling a distant sun, to stretch my legs it would be most efficient to construct the exact legs needed for that walkabout.

Perhaps this fascinating rocky planet has a mass much higher than my familiar body knows back home. Therefore my new legs would need denser material, perhaps be closer to the ground, perhaps not legs at all but instead wheels. Perhaps I might have many small legs, like a centipede has, or a series of coils rather like a Slinky toy.

I might prefer to experience the day, dusk, dawn and night all at once, in which case I would opt for placing my consciousness into a series of probes and settle these into the ground during a choice orbit or two.

Yet what value the seeing if not to share? Therefore I might indulge my fascination with photography and with my clever probes collect the most exciting multidimensional time-lapse souvenirs.

If especially fortunate, I might instead happen upon a planet replete with water and also plant life. In this case it might be interesting to coalesce a beacon of my consciousness upon a tiny probe and deposit this item onto a leaf of a tree, itself projecting from an unusual rock, perhaps overlooking an eastward valley.

Thoughts of the Singularity and uploaded consciousness and the robot’s revolution of futurism and science fiction might seem alien and frightening and very well might be.

Yet my head is in the clouds and the view beyond is simply so vast and exciting to contemplate in a modern way what’s beyond the orbit of our planetary cradle.

Footprint on the moon