I've seen people consider the Warren Ellis take plausible. Excerpt:
Looking at her new charity-donated clothes, still bearing the ammonia spoor of the man who wore them last, Mary's shocked brain started to a new understanding.
She wasn't wanted here.
She was Revived out of a sense of begrudged duty. She'd been foisted upon a future already busy enough with its own problems by a past that couldn't have cared less.
She could have told the future what it'd been like to meet Che Guevara in that old Cuban schoolhouse. She could've told them about the last Queen and Albert Einstein and a million other true stories besides.
But the future didn't want to know. It honored the contracts with the past; revived them, gave them their money back (even adjusted the sum in their favor against revaluation and inflation), gave them the Hostels.
Put them away with a new, unspoken contract: Don't bother us. We're not interested.
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Revivees wake up with the memories they went to sleep with, but a great many of them have a growing conviction that they are the wrong person. For some this "dysidentity disorder" is acute and distressing, for others, merely a curiosity that they live with. All seem to have it to some extent. Nobody knows why.
Would seem to imply memories don't make up who you are - I mean, what I'm inclined to read into it is "there are souls and they got moved around", but it could be anything - in which case, if there's a way to cause myself amnesia (and with this level tech why wouldn't there be?) I should just wipe out my memories and find out who I am. Ideally it'll also be possible to save the memories in backups somehow, or I'll have "external memory" like diaries and such, in case I start regretting the decision.