Your clone smiles in front of you. You wave and smile back. Or, are you the clone? It doesn't really matter honestly, Monika is Monika.
Whichever Monika she is."You know, it's funny. People make a big deal out of a change in their existence, as if their will is being violated or
it's some great ethical quandary. But once you really stop to think about it, aren't we changing every moment of every second?
Whether you're made of atoms or electronic data, your molecules are moving thru space and shifting with each blink to the next.
In a day or two, your cells or RAM will have replaced the previous ones. You'll have new memories, or processed new data and supplanted the person before."
You chuckled for a moment. She was right, you were her afterall. What was a change in a few cells compared to a change in all of them?
You had Monika's face, her cute ginger ponytail and grey school uniform. Her blue plaid skirt and digitalized body. You thought exactly like
Monika and shared the same love of poetry and eerie, sublime nature that defined her personality. There was no difference in your memories
anymore, all stored from the same place and allowing a perfect sync in thought patterns. Merely a simulation of Monika, you smiled at her.
You were Monika down to the last inch.
Completely and utterly 100% Monika. Copy and paste, cue you.
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