Okay, so imagine this: a perfect, identical copy of you is created right now, down to every memory, every freckle. Which one is the *real* you? And if you both exist, does the original even matter anymore? My brain hurts.
Okay, so imagine this: a perfect, identical copy of you is created right now, down to every memory, every freckle. Which one is the *real* you? And if you both exist, does the original even matter anymore? My brain hurts.