Speaking of gate...
If you look at my position in this thread, I have done a 180, because I came to a realization.
The "unique" first person perspective of person A is not unique after all.
Read my last post, about how any assesment that you can possibly make about the continuity of your first person perspective, is no better than the assesment of the clone that comes out of the machine. They are both "after the fact" perspectives, taken from the present.
We have the exact same amount of evidence that we didn't die billions(probably much more) of times today, as the teleported human has that he didn't die in the teleportation process.
Wrong - there is one bit of evidence we have that is not an 'after the fact' perspective - that's in the expectation of further experience.
Every moment, we can expect, based on prior experience, and barring actual death, to continue to exprience the next moment in the same first person POV that we've always experienced.
At the moment we step up to the teleporter, that expectation ends. Because when a clone is made and we AREN'T destroyed, there is a 100% chance of immediate divergence in experience, and we can only expect to continue to experience our own body, not our clone's. It is that realization - a realization that any sensible and logical person should be able to make - that is absolutely unchangable under materialism.
Every time the state of the information being processed changes in the brain, you die just as much(as far as you can possibly know) as you would die in this teleporter.
Wrong again. State of information change does not equal death, nor replacement. Human experience is continuous and dynamic - which no one is really arguing against, though the strawman of 'continual death' sounds a bit like it - and it is also reasonably certain to continue in a predictable fashion. I don't expect, for example, that in the next minute, blue will appear red, or that I'll suddenly like okra, or that I'll get over my childhood crush on Deborah Gibson... because, experientially and barring significant trauma or injury, such sudden and exceptional changes don't occur.
It is also reasonable to assume that my perception of self isn't going to suddenly shift so that, one moment, I'm Z, and the next, I'm TragicMonkey, and the next, I'm Darat. I've always been Z, which is an identity attached to a long, continuous and dynamic personality connected through time and physically (within the brain) nearly identical from earliest childhood. Not just identically patterned, but quite likely identical down to a majority of the atomic structure of the brain cells themselves.
It is, however, unreasonable to expect a shift of our personal POV from the body we exist in now, to the body of even a physically similar body in another spatial location - because if the device doesn't destroy us, we expect to continue experience only in this body.
It is that shift in POV, and the expectation of that shift, that is the crux of the problem. EVERYONE who is pro-teletrans wants to ignore that shift, or only look at it from a third-person or clone's perspective - in other words, from every perspective except the only one that should matter: their own.
It is that blatant denial of the first-person perspective they possess now - and the bizarre attempts to deny that perspective by claiming 'multiple, instantaneous deaths' or other such nonsense, that marks a lack of rational, critical thinking on this subject.
You know, it may well be that, included with the physical information about quarks and neutrinos and the wavelength of the photons emanating from your underpants, there is also a unique spacetime signature that identifies a person and connects the present us to our past incarnations and accounts for why we can only ever experience one point of view and no other. Pure speculation, of course - and, perhaps, even that signature might be duplicatable. Or it might not.
All I'm saying is, explain how the clone on Mars is me if I survive the teletrans, and I'll happily step into the disintegrator - once I'm personally aware of the Martian Me's first person POV.
I hate to admit that I was wrong, but yeah...
Beam me up.
I'll send flowers to your widow.