So, with regard to the Age of Flavor and other similar things – well, you’ll notice I used a couple of untranslated Eldraeic words in there (for lack of a directly analogous English concept, and for, as it were, flavor).  In general, am I making the right assumptions, here, that
Rejoice, my fellow canids, for the Age of Flavor has come! While it has taken a few years, ranchers and meatwrights across the Empire are finally beginning to sell the meat they produce in a manner appropriate for those of us blessed with our sense of smell. While a few
Cloning Blues: Just no. Completely averted, even for forks, which are like standard SF instaclones inasmuch as they run a duplicate copy of the original’s mind-state. And occasionally, sure, a fork that’s separate for long enough to diverge will have some problems inasmuch as duplicating yourself doesn’t
I watch the two of them move through the misty streets from my seat in the café, while I wait for the thin rain to stop. The one, tall, pale and dark in the manner of the eseldrae – and clad in rather a nice set of blue-black formal robes, too
Clone Degeneration: Averted. Mind-states (when the clones are forks) are stored as digital information. Much of the time, so are genomes, but even when using tissue samples, the recovered DNA is run through a verify-and-repair process before being used specifically to avoid things like this.
Calria Adae-ith-Adae: Depressurizing… pump-down complete. Pressurization amber. Opening outer door. Wow. Sky’s foamy with stars out here. Are they getting the picture groundside, Airin? Airin Muetry-ith-Mirari: Communications check, video and audio; blue and blue. Opscon has us 8/12. Calria Adae-ith-Adae: Attaching tether. Moving to the ladder… Surface is
OPSCON: Silverfall Four, confirm your intent to land this orbit? Over. Pilot (Calria Adae-ith-Adae): The window’s not broadening just sitting here, and this periseléne’s still in the band, even at the high side for burn. We’ll take this window, Opscon. Over. OPSCON: Communications check. Over. Pilot: Do
Always Chaotic Evil: Averted. Partially, I suppose, because it’s hard to get this degree of uniformity out of a species without stripping out volition, and non-sophonts can’t be evil. They just are. But, by and large, every species and polity, even the ones that are generally thought of
Alien Non-Interference Clause: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no… wait, you were serious?” The Associated Worlds in general think they have a good handle on precisely what this sort of “Prime Directive” would mean in practice. Namely, it would mean that the first time one of those
Andreth Prime Allatrian-ith-Ancalyx Vallasélan, currently of Suite 141, Gildedrest, Starbridge City, Gáling (Ring Nebula), to Technical Services, Artificial Immunity Division, Riverside Eubiosis Foundation, greetings and many thanks for your prior assistance. I have never been so sick in my life. Well, obviously. I’ve never been sick in my life.
This is actually something I finished and published on an old, non-dedicated blog some time ago (October 2010) concerning this particular piece of my worldbuilding, and for the sake of completeness – and because it ties into some of those issues and attitudes mentioned under Blue and Orange Morality – I’m
Alien Kudzu: The unfortunate result, all too often, of importing things across ecosystems, and the reason why absolutely every ship comes with a Decontamination Chamber.