It’s possible for an android to upload their memories and experiences to the equivalent of a cloud server, if they’ve been given the right permissions to do so. But it isn’t a common practice. Still, from there, they can be downloaded into a new body made to house those same memories.
[Markus never had access to CyberLife’s internal services in that way — he merely relays to what Connor had mentioned once, the other android harboring a far more direct connect to CyberLife at the time.]
But that isn’t remotely the same as transferring what’s essentially a large suite of complicated programming into an organic human mind. It should be impossible, and that’s not even accounting for the fact that this body looks exactly like my old one.
[He never had DNA. What was there to clone from? To replicate from? Only lines of code, something that can’t twist itself into double helixes without the application of something unfathomable.]
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[Markus never had access to CyberLife’s internal services in that way — he merely relays to what Connor had mentioned once, the other android harboring a far more direct connect to CyberLife at the time.]
But that isn’t remotely the same as transferring what’s essentially a large suite of complicated programming into an organic human mind. It should be impossible, and that’s not even accounting for the fact that this body looks exactly like my old one.
[He never had DNA. What was there to clone from? To replicate from? Only lines of code, something that can’t twist itself into double helixes without the application of something unfathomable.]