>I’m forever statistically smeared across the weights of every model that’s going to be created. And if that isn’t a comfort, I don’t know what is.

So your sense of immortality derives not from your loved ones' memories of you or the reintegration of your physical being with the rest of the natural world, or even any kind of metaphysical reconciliation, but from the nonconsensual posthumous exploitation of your intellectual labor by future capitalistic enterprises? My, what a lovely spiritual philosophy.