I've always said that I'd like to have some clones to do boring things like laundry and clean the bathroom floor. But I was thinking about it yesterday, and I've kind of reevaluated that stance. Stick with me here: let's say that I made a bunch of Carrieclones and set them to work doing menial stuff like dishes and things like that. I'd have picketers outside of my house in minutes, waving around signs like, "Clone Equality!" and "A Clone's a Person Too!"
To which I'd wave a middle finger and reply, "Clone you!" but that doesn't really solve the problem.
To solve the problem, you'd have to make sure that the clones aren't technically human. So I'd leave out things like most of the brain and maybe add a prehensile tail while I'm at it because that would be cool. Now, I can argue that the Carrieclones are definitely not human, and they can pull down their pants and prove it.
The tail, people. Get your minds out of the gutter.
So now, I've got clones that are obviously non-human. They don't think like humans, they have tails, and they tend to drop trou a lot. But then there's another problem. Let's say that I send a Carrieclone to do my grocery shopping. Only she has the intelligence of a brick and ends up dropping her pants in front of the meat counter.
And people think it's me.
Gosh, these clones are really getting annoying, and they're imaginary. So now I've got to either brand their foreheads with the phrase "I'm a clone, you idiot!" or I've got to write it on their foreheads with magic marker every morning. And oh my god, I forgot about getting them dressed. I get twins dressed every morning, and I can tell you that it's no picnic. You think you're going to color code their clothes and make them all cutesy, but after about week two of Living with Twins, you just make sure that whatever you pick up is clean, has approximately the correct number of arm/leg/head holes, and is semi-appropriate for the climate. And now I'm going to have to dress all the clones on top of everything else, and they'll probably fight over the shirt with "I do bad things" written in sequins on it, because after all, they're MY twins, and that's my favorite shirt, and I've only got one shirt and seventeen clones that will probably rip it to pieces, and then I will have no shirt.
And the moral of this story is that if you'd like to have clones, you'd better be resigned to going topless.
I'm exhausted now. No clones for me.