What is it about being me that makes me different from anyone else?

Is it my memories, my experiences, my choices?

Is it my physical body, my face, my genes?

Is there something else- a ghost inside?

If a computer copies all my memories and uploads them into a cyber brain and a prosthetic body, is that still me?

No matter how perfect a copy is, it is still a copy. There can be no two originals. My ghost is the original, it is the essence of my being, and unless it is transfered to the new body- then my spirit; my ghost, will return to the source like all those before me, but if my consciousness actively directs me into a new body, and my ghost is able to withstand the transfer, then infinite mortality is within our grasp.

Would you really want to live forever- Is there anything in life worth dying for?