'What is your name?' 'Damien Broderick.' 'Do you deny having written the
> Uh, if you don't mind losing your bones, and having all that mutagenic
> sleet ripping through your vulnerable cells day and night forever.
> [am I missing some breakthru here? or is there an implicit assumption of
> fix-everything-nano in hand before you launch?]
No, though I was assuming that a fix to these problems, and, more
generally, the problem of sustaining life in space, would be in hand. No
small task, but, then, neither is transhuman AI.
-unless you love someone-
-nothing else makes any sense-
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