I can't just imagine having an opportunity to create a clone of myself and transfer all my memories and life experience; to be honest, it is really going to be a hard decision to take. I have to think and rethink and ask myself questions about whether I will be okay with it. For me, the whole idea of being a clone seems interesting. Let's look at it this way: you will be able to continue living your normal life even when your natural body is no more. Your experiences, daily activities, and life experiences—all these and many more you have learned—will now exist in another body. Hmmm, that seems like living an endless life.
To be honest, just the thought of being a clone will make one excited. Just imagine that you are able to create another version of yourself that looks just like you, knows about everything about you and the people you cheer for and love, and remembers your memories and experiences. As humans, our choices are different in as much as death is inevitable. There are thousands of people who are afraid of death, and if this opportunity is thrown to them, they will not ignore it; they will be thinking of the possibility of them continuing to live, achieving goals, and meeting new people.
The moment I see this prompt, the first question that comes to my mind is if this clone will actually be me or the other way around. To be sincere, at this point the idea of this whole clone is complicated. Okay, let me just imagine that a clone were actually me. They would have every memory of me. There is a probability that the clone will remember my childhood experiences; my friends and family; and things I did, both wrong and right, to everyone else. It will still be me, and from the clone's outcome, those memories are real.
Transferring your memory to a clone is not a guarantee that you are transferring your consciousness. Memories are very important; infant memories are part of who you are. That is why we always create memories that will keep us going. There is a probability that our identity may be involved more than memories: our emotions, body, personality, and so on. Copying information from one brain to another will make one ask if the original consciousness had moved or the new person had been created with the same memories.
Inasmuch as the offer is one I will not ignore, I will still try my best to consider the emotions of people; for just an instance, my friends and family meeting a clone who reminds them of me—at first they may be cool with it, but in the long run, they may not be comfortable with it. Although the clone acts like me and speaks like me, the person may not be me.
I will not blame anyone who chooses to be a clone. Naturally human beings always want more; we want to see our child grow, spend more time with loved ones, and achieve goals. If only there were a device that could dictate our consciousness rather than copy our memories; believe me, it would be very tempting.
Personally, I will think and rethink. I will not want to be a clone because I am afraid of death. I would like to have a clear understanding of what I am transferring; if it has to be only my memories, I will ask myself some questions. Will that really be a continuation?
If you are given an opportunity to continue your life through a clone where you carry all your memories, will you take the chance, or will you prefer to live your normal life and accept that you will not live forever?
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The irony is, the moment your memories are transfered, the real you will be without old memories, while the clone will live withthe memories you used to have. Which means, in the natural order, the clone will become the real you because the clone will have all the memories of friends and families that the real you have transfered.
The real you can walk by friends, families or enemies without even flinching because the memories of your connection with them has been transferred. It is indeed complicated.
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If you clone yourself and transfer your memories, most of you will be gone I'm sure you'll transfer good memories to the clone but how about those bad memories and lesson learnt that shaped you.
If I were the one, I would prefer to be me than transfer my memories to clone.
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