Collapsium
Just finished “the collapsium” by Wil Mc Carthy, in which people can fax themselves to the other end of the galaxy, or even just send copies if need be. Some nice plot twist about the legal status of these copies : who are they? Do they belong to their “original”? What happen if someone make an illegal copy of you? Is what happen in the head of your copy your intellectual property?
And, when you’re faxed, what happens to you?
« Bruno marveled again that faxing now seemed to provoke no sensation at all, though their bodies were sundered, atomized, quantum-entangled and finally recreated. Exactly as before? Indistinguishable, anyway. The soul, it was imagined, followed the entangled quantum states to the new location. Inconvenient to think it might be destroyed and duplicated along with the body, or worse, that copies of it might be piling up in an afterlife somewhere. But weighed against crowds and traffic and bad weather and all the other inconveniences of physical travel, people were surprisingly willing to take the risk. »