Yes - it's a form of immortality.
  How I look at immortality:
  Some concept that flowed *through* you - filtered through your
  unique way of seeing the world - and started processes within
  someone else's cognitive processes.

  My machines started up your machines.

  [or the whole "in sync" thing... but I hate the cliche-ification
  of it - whatever tongue emoticon ]

  Anyway, I die.

  My name forgotten.

  Yet those who live on whose very way of thinking was, at least
  once, inspired by me? I live on. They do things that inspire
  other people. They die. New people live on.

  I'm the actualization of someone else's dream long ago. Many
  people's dreams.

  And I hope my dreams do the same for others, continuing into the
  future through the course of humanity.

  Romanticized? Sure. Fact? well, close enough for me. I think
  we're just a slimemold covering the planet anyway, and I'm just
  a cell not so different from other cells, using words instead of
  chemical messengers. smile emoticon

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