The Existential Angst of Being a Clone
Life, Death, and Space Alert
Jul 26, 2017 · 6 min read

I died today. Or at least the “old me” died. I, on the other hand, woke up a few hours ago. Or was born. Or activated. Basically, I begun, and the old me ended. Stopped. Ceased to be.
In less existential terms, I’m a clone and the previous meatsack that called himself “Oscar” got himself blowed up real good in a hail of…


