Omegaboose's Last Stand
"Clones. Copies. Whatever you like to call them." Omega would look rather dismissive as he said this, if it wasn't for the visor. There's a PINpoint on one wrist, and his radio's on if anyone can tell these things. "Do you think it matters who is the clone and who is the original? Do you think that a copy can ever be perfect? Can a copy outstrip the original?"
He stops, giving a chuckle. Oh, yes. Something's caught his interest. "If you kill a clone, is it still murder? Suicide? Something else?
By the way - yes, Spartans, I'm asking for the obvious reason. He's mine, and the future's in my hands." As is a shotgun. And there he goes. He bursts out into a deep, long laugh. No fooling anyone here...
((Urgh - I've gotta get a bit more sleep in before I get anywhere else here. Sorry. :( Will be around ASAP for more stuff and threads.))
He stops, giving a chuckle. Oh, yes. Something's caught his interest. "If you kill a clone, is it still murder? Suicide? Something else?
By the way - yes, Spartans, I'm asking for the obvious reason. He's mine, and the future's in my hands." As is a shotgun. And there he goes. He bursts out into a deep, long laugh. No fooling anyone here...
((Urgh - I've gotta get a bit more sleep in before I get anywhere else here. Sorry. :( Will be around ASAP for more stuff and threads.))