They say in the beginning of this movie that it will help me decide whether or not I’d want to play God after I watch it.
That was a close one.
I was almost going to go off the deep end and do some kitchen sink sciencin’…clone me up a batch of me.
Did you ever watch the movie Multiplicity? It’s an old movie with Michael Keaton…he clones himself to keep up with work and family demands…with mixed and funny results.
In good movie fashion, everything works out in the end…but there’s some problems along the way.
I started to think about what it would be like to have a bunch of meeze. I can’t imagine a bunch of scattered dudes running around trying to figure out what to do. I don’t know what benefit to mankind it would hold …maybe none.
“A bunch of meeze….” I tickle myself sometimes…”meeze“.
But what if I could really tickle myself? Would I stop when I yelled at myself to stop tickling me? There are a lot of ethical questions yet to be answered when it comes to the ramifications of cloning.
Now if I was enough of a leader to order myself around, it would be helpful to have a bunch of “lackey meeze” to do my bidding. I could spread myself a lot thinner if there was more of meeze to go around.
If only I could trust myself to do what I told me.
I’ve got some stuff on my plate. Most people would look at it and say, “WHAT?!! THAT’S NOTHING! HE’S GOT NOTHING GOING ON! WHAT’S HE COMPLAINING ABOUT?!!! SUCK IT UP…GET ON WITH LIFE!!” I do have some stuff on my plate….like everybody.
It’d be easier to get it done with a crazy ant farm of meeze to swarm over the responsibilities and JUST GET’R DONE. (did I spell that correctly? “get her done? getter done?”)
What the heck….I’m not going to clone myself. I just decided that I wasn’t going to clone myself. Just this minute, sitting at the computer writing this blog…I pledge to be the only me.
One me is enough for me to handle.