While I like to kid myself that maybe I’m only a quarter or third of the way through my life, statistics suggest that I’m now in the second half and my future holds a gradual decline to the grave. I’m not afraid of my age, it’s just a number1. I certainly don’t feel it. My father recently said that he doesn’t feel his age either and is sometimes surprised to see an old man staring back at him from the mirror.
As an atheist, death terrifies me. My own and that of those I love. I don’t have the easy comfort blanket of an afterlife and mourn the loss of everything an individual was when they cease to be. Continue reading Chatbot immortality