That happened to me a few years back, a friend just had his clutch fail in his car. I started thinking how to make a better way to transfer power from motor to wheels.
Turns out I just reinvented the fluid coupling used in automatic transmissions…needless to say my idea wasn’t that impressive after that.
Before electric skateboards were a thing, and electric motors and batteries became better and better, i thought I had a great idea for an electric skateboard. I cut some holes into my longboard, attached an upside down truck on top and an electric motor, made a lot of mistakes and then someone launched an electric skateboard that was pretty slick and i just saw that and thought: that’s way better.
Find identical twins, dress em the same, have one walk into a cardboard box with “teleporter” written on it by a child, and have the other twin come out another similar cardboard box.
Eh. You are a piece of software running on meat. Every night, there are long periods where ‘you’, the conscious entity of your awareness, ceases to exist. You only dream for a small portion of the night. There are times when you are simply gone.
Yet we have no problem accepting this fact. We’ve just collectively accepted that there is some continuity of consciousness between each day. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. You have the memories of yesterday, but ‘you’ have not been in continued conscious existence since yesterday. In a very real sense, we are a series of single-day lifetimes stitched together across time.
If you’ve ever gone under anesthesia, it’s even more jarring. When you’re under, you’re not asleep. You’re not dreaming. You’re just gone. The time passes in an instant.
If my consciousness can be discontinuous through time, why can’t it be discontinuous through space? If I can believe that I am the same me as the mes of yesterday and tomorrow, why can I not believe that a remotely assembled copy of me is also me? I used to run on that meat, now I run on this meat. It’s all me in the end.
I was annoyed as a kid when I independently came up with the idea of a flying car then found out that the world beat me to it.
Someone didn’t have a childhood where they only watched the Jetsons and the Flintstones
That happened to me a few years back, a friend just had his clutch fail in his car. I started thinking how to make a better way to transfer power from motor to wheels.
Turns out I just reinvented the fluid coupling used in automatic transmissions…needless to say my idea wasn’t that impressive after that.
Before electric skateboards were a thing, and electric motors and batteries became better and better, i thought I had a great idea for an electric skateboard. I cut some holes into my longboard, attached an upside down truck on top and an electric motor, made a lot of mistakes and then someone launched an electric skateboard that was pretty slick and i just saw that and thought: that’s way better.
Haha, you ran into the mechanically inclined adult version!
It’s called the adult version because it involves fluids.
My million dollar idea is a teleporter.
You walk in and get teleported.
Gibe moneeis nao plz
My million dollar idea is an add-on for your device that kicks every billionaire on the planet in the nut sack every time someone teleports.
OKAY YOU HAB MANIES SO YOU GIBE IMMDITLEE
Find identical twins, dress em the same, have one walk into a cardboard box with “teleporter” written on it by a child, and have the other twin come out another similar cardboard box.
NO TALK YES MONEE GIBE NAO ME
I can teleport you some crypto quantumcoins?
YOU GOBE YOU GEEVING NAO
Five Dogecoins for 25% valuation?
What you have made there, sir, is a horrific copy and kill device!
Eh. You are a piece of software running on meat. Every night, there are long periods where ‘you’, the conscious entity of your awareness, ceases to exist. You only dream for a small portion of the night. There are times when you are simply gone.
Yet we have no problem accepting this fact. We’ve just collectively accepted that there is some continuity of consciousness between each day. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. You have the memories of yesterday, but ‘you’ have not been in continued conscious existence since yesterday. In a very real sense, we are a series of single-day lifetimes stitched together across time.
If you’ve ever gone under anesthesia, it’s even more jarring. When you’re under, you’re not asleep. You’re not dreaming. You’re just gone. The time passes in an instant.
If my consciousness can be discontinuous through time, why can’t it be discontinuous through space? If I can believe that I am the same me as the mes of yesterday and tomorrow, why can I not believe that a remotely assembled copy of me is also me? I used to run on that meat, now I run on this meat. It’s all me in the end.
NO MOR TOK YOU GIBE MONIE NAO