'War Stories'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
An identical copy made at this moment will no doubt believe it is also me, but it's not the one with the fingers on the keyboard.
It would suck if it had its fingers on the keyboard too, as you'd be posting everything twice.
At least until the two consciousnesses diverged.
Would it fit in a house cat? Or an emperor penguin?
From Morgan's books, the hard drive would, yes. I would think that having opposable thumbs would be more appealing, but then, if you're that rich, I suppose you have people who can do opposable-thumb-thingys for you.
What if you passed out, and then woke up twinned -- do you win then?
The Schrodinger's Betsy experiment.
What if you passed out, and then woke up twinned -- do you win then?
If I pass out and wake up twinned, we have a chick fight because each of us believes we're the real me.
If we were twenty years younger, we might go off and find our husband for a threesome, but candidly we're not that fond of our body right now. (My GOD, woman! Don't you EVER say "no" to a cookie?)
I suspect that it would be kind of like twins. If I were to be cloned right now, one of me would be the original. (I'd probably do something stupid like write O on my hand or something.) Anyhoo, at that point, the clone would begin to be its own person. However, it would be the same person to everyone but the orginial. if that makes any sense.
In my twinning scenario, we both start seeking guidance from "random" input that only one of us (probably due to physical position) has access to. Need to differentiate ASAP.
I don't win, though. This particular me needs to hop from place to place somehow. Or achieve mass sentience between the clones.
That'd be hot.
and ita becomes a Beowulf cluster!
So after your body goes splat at the bottom of the canyon, the park rangers retrieve your hard drive and put it into a new body, assuming you're rich enough to afford one.
Well, you can get backed up for free, but then your thoughts get interrupted by annoying pop-thought ads.
Aw, crap, Sophia. House-ma galore to you. I know you've been really happy in that place, too. Dammit. If I lived in NY, I'd totally take a day off work to drive up and help you, which is just a completely useless thing to say what with the thousands of miles between us, but I would.
And what a crapweasel, telling your old landlady they'd be good to you and then crapweaseling on you. Asshats.
Well, you can get backed up for free, but then your thoughts get interrupted by annoying pop-thought ads.
And this differs from current reality ooh!shiny!!! how?