After Dust

Memories can be copied, but "living" cannot. Technology can achieve immortality, but meaning needs to be given by death. A civilization that never forgets cannot understand the weight of "remembering". When memories can be fabricated, tampered with, and bought and sold, is there an answer to "Who am I?" Is the emotional system a gift or a shackle? Is eternal life a blessing or a curse? If carbon-based life is really just a boot program, then after the boot program ends—— What is left behind?