Chapter 121 (1/2)

Ivy's heart hurt. It was so hard and so sad.

Lin Mingmei's appearance reappears. He can't even call her name. He opens his mouth.

Poof! A bunch of blood splashed on his face.

The beautiful girl who looks like Lin Mingmei pulled off one of her arms.

Wave it twice and throw it aside. An arm is not even as good as a drumstick in her eyes.

”Do you remember me?”

She took an arm from somewhere and put it on.

Ivy tilted his head and let the blood drip. He looked at his heart.

”Do you remember me? Which is you? Who are you? ”

The girl pulled off her other arm, and she pulled a new arm out of nothingness and put it on.

Ivy had a weird, discordant feeling.

The girl cut off one of her thighs It's a new one.

From a familiar, to a strange, and then to a new familiar.

Ivy's mood like a roller coaster, ups and downs.

When the woman changed her body, he already knew what was wrong.

Leaving aside the technical problems of modern medicine, we imagine.

A man changes his arm, and we'll say that he hasn't changed.

Later, he had a heart transplant, and I recognized this man.

Until this person changed his brain, we said that this person has changed, he is no longer the original person.

He has become the man who transplanted the brain.

In this case, we can think of it as cut and paste.

The old one was replaced by a new one.

Because there's this iconic thing, the brain.

What if this brain loses its memory?

This is another interesting question.

……

On the other hand, some non iconic and lifeless components are made up of parts, which are constantly damaged and replaced?

Like a pen, a pocket watch and so on.

It has been passed down from generation to generation. It has been changed several times inside and outside. It is not the original one.

……

In fact, for ourselves, because of metabolism, the cells in the body have changed a lot. It can be said that the past self has long been dead.

Only two parts still exist, the heart and the brain.

The nuclear radiation of the island nation, who had been rotten for several months, remained awake, and the cells were no longer reborn, but just dead and rotten. Think about it. It's hell on earth.

……

The case just mentioned belongs to shearing. No matter how the key parts are transferred, it has a uniqueness.

If we change it to replication, such as Schwarzenegger's the sixth day, what kind of relationship is there between the replicator and the noumenon?

It's a joke to cultivate a separate body or something.

Who is the real self?

……

Sleep every day, in your sleep, clone you, including your brain and all your memories. Then take away your noumenon and crush it instantly.

The other clone remained in its current state, activated and placed on the bed.

Do you feel any different when you get up the next day?

You will find that everything has not changed, you are still you, still repeating yesterday, today, tomorrow

Well, in a different way.

You, the first noumenon, have not been crushed. Why do you do such a cruel thing?

You were just taken to a strange place Then you, or he, open your eyes and begin to doubt life.

Well, or the heart is too soft, such things do not do, the original you have no change, or put on the original bed.

It's just that there's one more person around, the clone of you.