(originally posted elsewhere, February 2, 2013)
Imagine, for a moment, that a part of you – not the whole you, not your skin or hair or limbs or torso, not your body – could be abducted by aliens. Your consciousness, your brain, your mind, your heart, whatever you want to call it. All the parts of you that make you who you are.
Now, imagine there are two teams of aliens. We’ll call them the extraction team, and the demolition crew. The extraction team separates the consciousness from the body. They take it out, and put it in suspended animation, then they sit back and smoke a fine cigar, and watch the demolition crew at work, for a bit.
The demolition crew picks up the physical you, and rolls you down a long, narrow, enclosed flight of stairs, head over heels. They drag you by your feet across a few…
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