It's a trope we've heard so many times: upload your consciousness into a computer, and become immortal. Now, immortality has some obvious benefits. For example, not having to grow old. Trust me, I've been walking around on the same knees for more than four decades now, I get the appeal. Plus, there's the whole not dying thing, which definitely means more time for stamp collecting or learning Thai cooking or whatever it is you want more time for. But we know how uploads work.
Well, that took longer than it should have. Several years ago, I had an idea for a book, and decided to try to crank it out for NaNoWriMo. I failed, of course. Only made it to about 30K words before the deadline. But I liked the story, so over the next couple months I plunked away at it when I could. I managed to finish it! Then I went back and read it, realized it was garbage, and rewrote it. The I read that version, realized it was garbage, and rewrote it again. But