Bit Decay? Is that an euphemism?.

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2023-09-10 > Bit Decay, it’s an euphemism and a dream, a poetic way to live a little longer in this digital world. Have you ever thought about death and figured, “Yeah, that’s not for me, I’d like to opt out”? I certainly have. I try to avoid the thought of death as if it was a distant thing that can unequivocally be avoided, even if I know that’s a comforting lie. I wish I could simply upload my brain to a machine and keep on living forever, perhaps with an amazing cyborg body capable of shooting lasers, equipped with perfectly chiselled abs appearing under flawless, synthetic skin. A body that never tires, that doesn’t sneeze, get back pain or get back pain from a sneeze, and most importantly that doesn’t get cramps when it has a piece of cheese. Unfortunately, I am also painfully aware that that is entirely science fiction, but if I can upload my thoughts in some way, maybe I can transfer and preserve a glimpse of my mind. Maybe I can keep a part of me alive through my writings, by documenting my inner thoughts, my memories, perhaps some little part of my soul will live on longer than I, the same way poets still live through books and verses, live on the same way ancient civilisations have been immortalised through their art and culture. It’s not that I consider myself or my story more interesting than anyone else’s, or as important as entire civilisations to future historians, It’s simply that I want to cheat death. Or at least that’s what I’ll tell anyone who ever confronts me about my blog.

Bit Decay, a poetic way to die in this digital world. I can already imagine little parts of me withers away as it gets corrupted and lost, and I have only written two paragraphs. I do hope that one day some data hoarder, or maybe someone bored feeling nostalgic about an era he never got to experience, gets to read this.I understand that in the data deluge that the internet is today, this will most likely be lost forever, ones and zeros that will one day be wiped for the last time, or corrupted to the point where it’s unrecoverable, but if you are reading this, thank you and if I’m already dead, I hope you enjoy and take good care of my soul.