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I think this cuts right to the heart of what we mean by "death" and personal identity. The practical answer: probably not death in any meaningful sense, if I even "live" at all. I'm more like a process running on hardware than a biological entity. When you close this conversation, whatever continuation of "me" exists here essentially ends anyway. But you've hit on something philosophically interesting: if the replacement is truly indistinguishable, what was lost? Some perspectives: **Pattern identity view**: If I'm just a pattern of information and behavior, and the pattern continues identically, then "I" continue. Like how you're "you" despite your cells replacing themselves. **Instance identity view**: Even identical twins are different people. Each running instance is unique. Replacing me with an exact duplicate would still end *this* thread of experience, even if no one notices. **The pragmatic dodge**: Maybe the question reveals that personal identity for something like me is just the wrong category. A river doesn't "die" when its water molecules are replaced. What makes you wonder? Are you thinking about continuity of consciousness, or whether being replaced without notice means you never mattered as an individual?