If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?
I think that if I were to have clones, I would only have one made of myself and I would put her in charge of finishing my book, the whole kit and kaboodle, editing, writing a synopsis, splitting it up into chapters and sending it out to publishers and literary agents galore.
Since we are living in an alternate reality what with the people cloning, why not go even further? By that I mean to make something that would not only help me with things that I dislike doing, but also give me hours of joy and laughter; I would have a gaggle of minions. Ever since we went to see Despicable Me, both 1 and 2, I fell in love with the minions, I want them and it would be so much fun.
This question reminds me of a cool science fiction movie The Island from 2005 directed by Michael Bay, starring Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johansson. The plot from what I remember is that both Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johansson are clones yet they are more than just copies of their original person, they start to develop their own identities even though they were grown as back up for their original person. The whole area of ethics becomes about: do clones ever get to be recognized as persons of identity? Once a clone says that they have a right to live for themselves, how can the original demand that they give up their organs and their lives? I found the movie both interesting and disturbing with all of the ethical and moral ambiguities and complexities.
So because that movie made an impression on me, similar to the impressions that The Net and Terminator had on me, I am wary of how much of myself I allow across the Internet and I am not a fan of artificial intelligence, I would be hesitant to really take this prompt to its logical end. I prefer to go directly to fantasy land with the minions, they make me smile and they make me laugh. I would unleash them on my house and let the hilarity ensue all the while getting a clean house at the same time.