I keep trying to think what the yoghurt would say and all I can come up with is "God no please please please oh Jesus help me please don't eat me I'll do anything just please please no,"
Heh.
I'd respond, "Dude, you're a bastard child of science. It truly sucks to be you. I'll be doing you a favor; trust me."
Good times, good times. If they've been married the one year, she kills with paper, right?
I'm sure JZ has a book of medieval literature or marriage customs around somewhere that's heavy enough to snap someone's neck in a poetically just fashion.
Soccer update. Soccer men pretty.
The founders of TCBY will be the first against the wall when the yogurt revolts.
But from your persepective, would you notice a difference?
Wouldn't you? I mean, the rest of the world mightn't (okay, everyone corresponding to you off the internet might), but you die, and another you keeps going. How can you get
this
unique spark of sentience in
that
vessel?
(in 1000 years, that question may look really stupid. But anyone from 1000 years in the future reading
this
needs a life anyway)
Well, if you mean eating in the literal sense.
Nothing I've ever swallowed has been capable of a conversation. The talky bits of meat stayed alive and undigested.
(in 1000 years, that question may look really stupid. But anyone from 1000 years in the future reading this needs a life anyway)
You say that now, but where else could they dig for proof of Buffy's resurrection? The Bronze was destroyed. There are only extant fragments.
But from your persepective, would you notice a difference?
Well, the from the clone's prespective, no (except for it "living" in a computer of some sort).
But from your perspective, you'd still die. It's a weird paradox.
Say you go to get your brain cloned. You walk into a box where the cloning happens. You walk back out, still yourself. Nothing's changed. You're still gonna die.
But you also walk out as a computer-hosted brain-thingie. You get to live forever. Hooray.
Essentially there's now two of you, with the same memories and everything. One of you has to die.
Essentially there's now two of you, with the same memories and everything. One of you has to die.
One of the great rules of Science Fiction television