If you had to live with a clone of yourself
- Thread starter Corpsey
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constant escape
winter withered, warm
I'd up the ante. Who here could live with multiple clones of themselves? I'd love it, as far as I can tell. We'd self-assemble into a decentralized commune, yet also preserve the individualism. So long as I don't bother me, and me don't bother I, which I don't think we'd have a tough time with.
We'd finally be able to arbitrate our specialization, rather than each of us preserving all our own options. I will handle the architectural/environmental efforts, while I step up the microgreens game, all while I continue to extract the Word from apeiron. Ready? Break.
We'd finally be able to arbitrate our specialization, rather than each of us preserving all our own options. I will handle the architectural/environmental efforts, while I step up the microgreens game, all while I continue to extract the Word from apeiron. Ready? Break.
Leo
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The Second Coming.
IdleRich
IdleRich
There is a joke like that in Spaced (I think) where they're trying to think of the film where Gerard Depardiou goes to the US and is trying to get the thing that lets you stay there. I can't remember how they do it but it hinges on the fact that both the thing and the film are called Green Card.
IdleRich
IdleRich
In the book of Red Dwarf (and possibly the series) there is a bit where Rimmer creates a clone of himself to provide a more erudite, intelligent and less disgusting companion than Lister. The idea of the story is that Rimmer believes that he is a nice guy and assumes that they will form a perfect team - but of course we all know that he's a total arsehole and that it is inevitable that they will hate each other cos a) Rimmer hates everyone and b) everyone hates Rimmer. The bit that stuck in my mind is where Rimmer inevitably ends up in a position in which he is lying to Lister, pretending that they are getting along perfectly but then the cloned Rimmer shouts something to him while he is in the middle of claiming that it's all peachy and he is unable to prevent himself from responding by shouting "Shut your foul whining you filthy piece of distended rectum" - a particularly vicious and graphic insult that gives a fairly strong clue that possibly things are not working out quite as well as implied.
I kinda like the idea of an army of me marching into town (over a Burundi drumming soundtrack). But the thought of it's also making me sick - can imagine a mass brawl before we even got out of the door.
