Ok, so there’s this guy I work with that I have a mega-crush on. He’s sweet, warm, kind, patient, gentle and married.
So what I want to do is run myself off a copy of him. Hey, they’ve already done sheep, cattle and monkeys- humans can’t be too far off, right?
Aside from the fact that by the time the clone got past the jailbait stage, I’d be an old hag in my fifties, the thing I worry about is this-
Would a clone have the same personality as the orginal? I mean, he’s be identical in every way, including the arrangement of brain cells, but he wouldn’t have the same life experience.
So, Teeming Millions, how much of our personalities are we born with, and how much is shaped by our environment?
Please reply quickly- I’m not getting any younger.
I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent
I think we covered some of this lately in either a clone or an identical twin thread. There are gobs of twin studies centering on the “nature-nurture” thing. I would say it’s probably impossible to tell-- he might be similar in some basic ways, but I think upbringing/years of experiences might be a strong influence in one’s life, to say the least. I wouldn’t invest too much money inthe project…
Well, you really don’t want them to be *exactly * alike, now do you? Rember, the last one picked some other woman to be his one and only. Can’t have that happening again, now can we?
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By the street of By-and-By, one arrives at the house of Never.
–** Cervantes**
True, but that happened about three years before he met ME. We get along extremely well, and I really think that if his one and only hadn’t got to him first, I probably would have a decent shot at him.
The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.
pluto-
Yes, but… that would be wrong. Besides, she is obviously a highly intelligent woman, she was smart enough to snare him when she had a chance. So, her DNA, combined with his, could potentially be a valuable contribution to the gene pool, assuming they ever get around to having kids. Besides, I don’t think I would endear myself to him by offing the woman he loves and has chosen to spend the rest of his life with…
Now, where did I put that basting syringe?
The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.
Private joke. Once, when we were discussing life insurance, investments, planning for the future, he made the off-the cuff remark, “Sir Galahad could come riding up.” One of the other (male) dealers said, “Is that what you’re waiting for, Sir Galahad to ride up?” To which, my beloved replied, “I’m Sir Galahad.”
I waited until the next day to tell him…
But I still call him Sir Galahad, especially if he says something raunchy.
The trouble with Sir Launcelot is by the time he comes riding up, you’ve already married King Arthur.