Self Improvement, Open Source Style

When I upload my mind, what's my licence?

Am I covered under a Creative Commons license? Versions of myself may wind up enslaved, part of someone's machine. Others may be changed so much as to be unrecognizable. The scariest part is being exposed to ongoing tweaks to my senses, my awareness, my cognition, my dreams. By strangers. Without notice.

After all, one man's flair is another's flaw. Is all my charm just a quirk of a low level design defect? What happens when someone decides to infect me with the virus that repairs all levels of Oedipal Complex? Of emotional resistance to authority?