Well let's say you go to your friendly MyBackup(TM) franchise and get yourself backed up. Then you decide it's a good time to see if you really can jump that canyon on your rocket boosted skateboard and you find out nope, can't do it.

Then an exact duplicate of your body is manufactured with the use of Apple iNano(TM) nanomachines and your neural structure is completely restored from backup. Would you know that you are the backup when you walk out of MyBackup(TM) to see if you really can jump that canyon...

Would you know that you are the backup when you walk out of MyBackup(TM) to see if you really can jump that canyon...

Yes, because there would be a Post-it note stuck to your forehead that says so.

Does that mean that my clone would have to shave smooth?

For you, we'll settle for waxing.

I think I'd clone myself, and then one of us would turn to the dark side. I'd get so much more done in a day....

Then you gotta start considering your recovery point objective (when was the last backup? How much time have you lost? Are you still you if you didn't have the mufalletta for lunch?). Recovery time objective is important too.

Cloning my consciousness is so off if either of us needs to have a goatee

Only the evil one would have to have the goatee. Though I suppose a twirly mustache would do in a pinch.

The thing is, as long as the consciousness that is sitting here typing dies, I don't CARE what happens to any clones.

It's all about me, me, me, baby.

The thing is, as long as the consciousness that is sitting here typing dies

The body can die, though?

This cloning discussion sounds a bit like the plot of Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan.

The body can die, though?

The body dies; the body's beauty lives.