(Now imagine being one of those clones.
Cloning was all the rage in 70s-early 80s sf. I’ve forgotten who wrote the short story that best illustrates this point, but basically a guy stops by a government cloning machine to do his patriotic duty to make a clone to help mine the asteroids. He wakes up in one of the mining belt colonies because hello that perfect clone is a perfect copy up to and including all his memories: by cloning himself he has sent himself there.

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I fear Emu may feel that conducting this AAR is like herding cats who keep chasing sunmotes instead of the game’s laser points.