"Mine has an Earth also, but I don't live there. 2998. No magic. A whole galaxy full of planets with humane and reasonable laws about the possible applications of cloning, and it was just my luck to be produced on the one planet with no humane and reasonable laws about that or anything else."
"Yeah. For the rich and decrepit. Old body starts to wear out, no problem; just have 'em grow you a new one. The clone's brain is of course mere waste material, when the time comes. Unethical practices like that are why the rest of the galaxy looks down on that planet."
"Shouldn't be that hard. I'd think someone would have to fuck something up pretty royally before they'd utterly fail to help. Whoever gets that technology off the ground stands to make vast sums of money obviating the need for salvaging organs from whole organisms."
She picks up her teacup. There is no tea in it anymore. How sad. "I know a number of people at OOS and some from the Clone Legal Defense Fund, I'm sure someone knows where to send them once they've been digitized - and someone will know a clone with no job skills who'll delightedly take minimum wage to scan it all."
"I could've come up with digital copies in the first place but I didn't want to take a chance on the conversions. I'd be worried about translation if you weren't an Earth, but the languages seem pretty solidly consistent between instances of that planet and I know my English and your English are still mutually intelligible."
"I have known some staggeringly evil people, and some people who didn't distinguish themselves much either way, and some decent people. And then there's my brother - my original, if you like - who is a shining beacon of goodness inspiring everyone in his path. He hardly even knows he's doing it, it's amazing."
"A few choice highlights from my brother's career so far: When he was seventeen he blundered into the middle of a war, stole part of the winning side's army with a combination of charisma and outrageous lies, and won the war with it. Last year he liberated an entire POW camp, ten thousand prisoners, from conditions that managed to strictly follow the letter of every galactic regulation on the subject while still amounting to psychological torture. Had to go undercover as a prisoner to do it, too."