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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Perfect Mechanical Clone ] [ By The GNN ]
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THE PERFECT MECHANICAL CLONE
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by THE GNN/DCS/uXu
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After I had woken up and recovered from the rather trying neural scan/clone,
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I was led into the chief technicians sterile office where I found myself
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sitting on a chair with my legs crossed.
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The result was astonishing. The robot looked just like me, moved like me,
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talked like me. Every single detail of my external appearance had been
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perfectly copied.
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But how about the inside?
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"Everything you know, the robot knows", explained the technician, and did
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not attempt to hide the fact that he took great pride in his work. But then,
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why should he? The robot was marvellous.
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"Which means that I... I mean 'he'... well, perhaps I ought to say 'it',
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will be able to do everything I can do? He can do my work?
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"Without any problems. No one will ever know that a robot has taken your
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place. Go fish. Relax. Do you know what the word 'robot' comes from? Russia.
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It means worker. Slave. It has been designed to obey you."
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I went closer to my mechanical alter ego. It stayed put in the chair,
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observing me.
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"Hello", I said carefully.
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"Greetings", it answered and waved its hand.
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"What's your name?"
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"The same as yours, of course."
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I touched its skin on the forehead. The robot did not seem to mind. It
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was impossible to tell that this was a machine.
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"Fantastic!" I had to say. "Amazing! Incredible!"
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The technician nodded. The robot nodded. Everyone agreed.
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Then some strange thoughts popped into my mind. They were diffuse at
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first, but I soon came to comprehend their meaning and turn them into an
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enquiry on existentialism. What about the deepest things inside? Where they
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also identical?
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I sincerely hoped that the robot would not be offended by my question.
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"Do you know that you are a machine?"
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No answer. The technician clapped his hands in joy. "You see!" he said.
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"There it was! The ultimate proof I dare to say!"
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I did not understand.
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"Proof?"
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"That the robots we create are perfect clones! Nothing is missing!"
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I still did not get it. But I began to understand as I turned to the
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technician and realized that he had not been talking to me. Just as I
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grasped the whole situation, they switched me off.
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