Here is a bit of woodland, with a river off that way and the spring buds just starting to come in. Over there is a quite distinctive plume of smoke. Someone must have shot up a flare within the past few minutes.
"Interesting. I don't think I want to be a complete duplicate of anyone."
"When people do we generally try to talk them out of it."
"Huh, is there some compelling public interest or is it just that it's awfully like suicide?"
"It's suicide, there's a public interest in diversity, and basically everyone is capable of configuring themselves into someone who wants to exist even when they think they can't. And one of our neighbors has populated itself entirely with copies of the same person so there are politics about it."
"Huh. What sort of person are they?"
"One who's willing to force and coerce their children into committing suicide as young as possible? I don't know much else about them."
"Well, I wouldn't know how this sort of thing tends to pop up in children."
"It's a mix of the parents' traits, but with enough variance that it doesn't just get you another one of them even if they're both the same person."
"How inconvenient for those folks."