i expect lulu would not want to be uploaded even if she could live forever. i wouldn't either. the body can be a drag but it's still fun to have one. and could they upload your soul? a brain with no soul would be a worse drag than dying i guess.
i'll be finished with FRANKISSSTEIN in a few more pages. i was reading in the tub with my head down below the rim and jasper's head popped up. he still can't believe i would completely immerse my body in water, he looks surprised and a little worried, but he shrugs and clicks off to take a rest and wait for dinner should i emerge. 
in FRANKISSSTEIN she says the phrase time travel was first used in 1959. jeanette winterson was born in 1959. so was i. i was thinking in my soak that it doesn't seem like i was born in the fifties. the sixties had not happened and yet it didn't seem like the fifties. of course i wasn't even one, and when i was a month old it was the sixties, but i lived in central illinois, so it didn't seem like the sixties either, and by the time i heard of the sixties it was over. i remember going to san francisco and seeing everyone wearing richard nixon masks. i didn't feel like a child of any particular time. i had no imprint. but i wonder what it is about 1959. it keeps cropping up. being of no particular time and growing up in fairly anonymous places seems to be suitable to a kind of time travel. i felt like no one, and i read and daydreamed, and was always in my head, though i took my head out and climbed up many trees.