Ambiguous Clone Ending: …as pointed out back in Cloning Blues, people are really quite comfortable with the pattern theory of identity and their personal self-awareness, so no-one from the advanced bits of the galaxy is going to angst over maybe not being the real one, because they all know that
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