Conversational topic #7-"Me, me, me."
A popular plot device in stories, (Particulary awful romance ones) involve two characters being "Alike", or even "virtual twins". Even in video games, such as the Hitman series (Returned to Hitman 2:Silent Assassin for my entertainment.), Mr. 47, the protagonist, has to fight clones of himself, (Mr. 17 in Hitman 2:SA, his "brothers" in Codename:47), and evil twins have been used in various tales as a cliché protagonist to "complicate" otherwise simplistic plots. (The MSG of bad stories, so to speak.)
However, people's fasination with a person out there that would be a virtual carbon-copy of them would never cease. The idea of meeting someone like that is a tantalizing idea, an idea often a result of the aforementioned sources. Having someone that can read the thoughts off your head as if, and preferably, their own thoughts would do wonders in idea communication.
Such a pairing would be capable of simply reading the others' body language by comparing to what they would do.
The downside is many people's supposed doppelgangers are hardly alike. Simply said, people are meant to be different, for nature's sake (see Natural Selection). Consider the math. There are 24 distinct chromosomes in humans, containing 20,000-25,000 genes, amounting to a near 3 billion (3,000,000,000) base pairs. Simple probability would show that you would have a better chance winning the lottery multiple times in a row. Factor in enviromental considerations, such as upbringing, education, and even age, would make the task of finding someone approximately similar a herculean task at best, and a fool's errand at worst.
Even so, people have won the lottery multiple times before, not counting fraudulent claims. So it's hard to dismiss the idea of a good twin of yours running loose in town.
By The Dolphin
"Can you take this lonely girl, and pick her up from off the ground?
Cause there's no pride to be found, when you follow sheep around.
Have no future here, no future, for us in this town.
Because it's not enough, now we're growing up;
We're giving up, we're moving on.
Because it's not enough, we're growing up, we're giving up;
And I won't hear what you say so...
Save your sympathy, who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead; now you welcome me,
To a town called Hypocrisy."
Lostprophets-Liberation Transmission-A Town Called Hypocrisy
However, people's fasination with a person out there that would be a virtual carbon-copy of them would never cease. The idea of meeting someone like that is a tantalizing idea, an idea often a result of the aforementioned sources. Having someone that can read the thoughts off your head as if, and preferably, their own thoughts would do wonders in idea communication.
Such a pairing would be capable of simply reading the others' body language by comparing to what they would do.
The downside is many people's supposed doppelgangers are hardly alike. Simply said, people are meant to be different, for nature's sake (see Natural Selection). Consider the math. There are 24 distinct chromosomes in humans, containing 20,000-25,000 genes, amounting to a near 3 billion (3,000,000,000) base pairs. Simple probability would show that you would have a better chance winning the lottery multiple times in a row. Factor in enviromental considerations, such as upbringing, education, and even age, would make the task of finding someone approximately similar a herculean task at best, and a fool's errand at worst.
Even so, people have won the lottery multiple times before, not counting fraudulent claims. So it's hard to dismiss the idea of a good twin of yours running loose in town.
By The Dolphin
"Can you take this lonely girl, and pick her up from off the ground?
Cause there's no pride to be found, when you follow sheep around.
Have no future here, no future, for us in this town.
Because it's not enough, now we're growing up;
We're giving up, we're moving on.
Because it's not enough, we're growing up, we're giving up;
And I won't hear what you say so...
Save your sympathy, who do you think you're fooling?
Everything is dead; now you welcome me,
To a town called Hypocrisy."
Lostprophets-Liberation Transmission-A Town Called Hypocrisy
posted by Nifty Dolphin at 00:05
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