This one is inspired by a couple of recent drunken conversations. I still say teleporters that work this way are death machines!
Also for the record, you don’t actually have to travel to a distant planet to find the best pistachio ice cream in the universe. It’s right in South Beach, in a wonderful little Indian Restaurant called Guru. If you’re ever there check it out!
Exactly.
I remember that from Radio Lab!
That guy in the fuchsia shirt is totally me. You should’ve given him a beard.
I love fuchsia!
Anyone who cant psychologically cope with living with a precise molecule-by-molecule replica of themseves walking around deserves death.
Its simple math
I am Awesome
therefore more of me is just More Awesomeness.
“Even if it was a perfect copy, that doesn’t change the fact that I, personally, would still be dead.” –Sam Starfall
Agreed!