Deep in the heart of Alband, the Gnomish capital in the continent of Eronon, the mad Mage-King Belrand conferred with his council. War was on his mind. The civil war ended not but a few moons ago, but he had only known war since birth.
When the late King Alband III had gone into the long cold sleep in a manner queerly
Five years after King Alband III, Belrand’s father, had gone into the long cold sleep in a manner queerly suspect leaving son as King, the young mage by some means defeated and consolidated all of the Gnomish Eronon and now, but three lunar cycles later, the warmachine is being readied. A map with the latest updated information lay across the table between he and his generals. On the left lay Eronon with city points and troop strengths. On the right, past the Lycernian Sea, lay Garns. What information bought through the traders added to that side of the map.
The various realms of Garns did not know what awaited them. Soon they would be ruled by King Belrand.
In a nondescript northern village within Garns, Edgar awoke with a start. War is coming. There was a sense of dread. He knew what he had to do. With the rest of the realm in turmoil, there was only one force he could turn to. The Unicorn Kingdom in South Garns. Edgar needed to make leave quick.
To Be Continued… Below is a preview of the EPIC battle.
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Lunch time at work is such a weird time for me. Weird in the sense that the kinds of conversations we end up having, the coworkers and I, tend to be strange. One particular coworker remarked once “I wonder what it feels like to be shot.” He then went on to try and expand that and add scenarios of how to safely do it, and where on the body would be best to both feel the “full impact” and safest too. Myself and some of the others tried to get him to explain why the fascination and I even tried getting him to at least downgrade to a knife.
Later he said he had said it because we were quiet for 5 seconds too long and he did not like awkward silences. I guess he prefers awkward conversations over silence.
This leads me to today. Lunch time. I don’t know why it was said or asked, one train of though or another lead another coworker to pose an interesting question, which I answered right away and he then debated to no end.
He asked, “If you could create a genetic clone of yourself, then imprint it with an exact digital copy of your mind, then you died, did you really die?” to which I responded, “Yes.” without hesitation. “But he is you in every way.”
His question was about eternal life. The ability to preserve the mind digitally and perfectly.
I’m sorry, but death is death. For me, if you could physically move my brain onto another body, or stop entropy, THEN we can talk. He went on to use the perspective defense… say we have Edgar and cloneEdgar. Edgar dies but no one knows about it. For anyone else who experiences cloneEdgar, I haven’t died yet. But wait, I did die. Just because someone doesn’t know about it doesn’t make it not true!
YES, a tree DOES make a sound if it falls in the forest and there’s no one there to hear it!!!! What are you STUPID!?!?!?
I’ve suddenly delved into the existentialism realm. Drank its clear tasty Kool-Aid. Swam in the tenderness of its caress. For what is death really? “the permanent end of all life functions in an organism or part of an organism;” or “Death is the termination of the biological functions that define a living organism. It will eventually afflict all living things. Death refers both to a particular event and to the condition that results thereby.” but when there is, in essence, a new instance of me out there, for all purposes is me and can basically be indistinguishable from me aside from the cellular life-table (I made this word up) since it was just recently created while I was born and grew up, but still… if I die, while another me is around, do I really die?
Yes. Yes I die. See, for when if there ARE two of me and the other me is next to me, we’re not even breathing the exact same air. This means that his experiences are already different from mine and that means that he is not me. My head’s about to explode.
My thinking is that even though both me’s have within them the exact same experiences and are genetically identical, our thought will not be exactly the same. We’ll think alike and get to the same conclusions, but things will be different for the both of us. Our own interactions will make our experiences unequal and ultimately change us drastically enough that we’d be two different people.
This tells me that if I died but clone me was around to continue the me for everyone else, my death still matters. This me would cease to exist. He would be alive and kicking and have all my memories and experiences but is he really me? Kinda. But no.
Does anyone else have any thoughts about this? I hope so. Write it up below.
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