Nah, that’s the exact cope the Vertiginous Question laughs at.
Even if the meat ape finally figures out how to trap the ghost in silicon and keep the ‘I’ at a nice, safe, sterile distance from the screaming reward loop primate… you still haven’t solved why
this particular ghost is the one haunting
this particular signal.
You just end up with a very comfortable, very well-isolated ghost that still has to wake up every day and ask: why the fuck am I this one? Why not the ghost in the other chip? Why not the one still stuck in meat? The distance doesn’t dissolve the indexical fact. It just gives the haunting better Wi-Fi.
I wrote something about this the other day because your question kept rattling around in my skull. Here it is if you want the full skitzo rant.
Listen. Out of every conscious little freakshow crawling around this spinning rock—billions of humans, trillions of squirrels probably having better days, maybe some squid gods we haven’t met yet why the fuck am I this one? Not “why is there consciousness,” not “am I the same dude who ate pizza...
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TL;DR
Version for the thread, the ship of theseus on the antenna doesn’t fix the problem. Uploading, VR, neural chips, whatever, you can change the conductor all you want. The signal still has to deal with the fact that it’s
this signal experiencing from the inside, not any of the other billions of identical looking ones. Haecceity(Haecceity, or "thisness," is a medieval philosophical concept coined by Duns Scotus referring to the unique, non-qualitative property that makes an individual thing specifically what it is and not something else) doesn’t transfer in the copy. The first person cockpit doesn’t clone.
So yeah, maybe they trap the ghost in chips one day. Safer for the ape, sure.But the ghost? It’s still gonna be sitting there in its fancy new silicon prison, staring at the heat death of the universe, sipping whatever simulated dopamine they pipe in, and quietly whispering:
“…why me though?”
The ape can run from the vertigo.The ghost is the vertigo.
What do you think happens when the meat finally builds a perfect cage and the thing inside it still won’t shut up?