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