There were almost no security measures in the building. Perhaps everyone had been sent out to investigate when the flood arrived. Other than Jennix's brainwashing slogans echoing endlessly through the building, there was no other sound.
On the seventeenth floor, beyond the stairwell door was a circular corridor. There was not even an access control system, only large screens lining both sides of the hallway, saying, "Today you sacrifice for the family. Tomorrow the family will be proud of you. Sacrifice is only the beginning. Technology will bring anyone back to our side."
"This is starting to feel like a cult. Come to think of it, if the original body dies, can a clone that inherits its memories still count as the original person?"
After being set down, Gwenpool rubbed her neck. Though it had only been a few seconds, being carried through the air had left her a little short of breath.
Who knew why she had suddenly thought to ask such a philosophical question, but it was no challenge for Su Ming. The Sorcerer Supreme merely chuckled.
"Then imagine this: after you left your own world, someone made another you and sent her back to take your place. How would you feel?"
Gwenpool's fists clenched. Just imagining another version of herself using her computer, logging into her accounts to chat nonsense on forums, and enjoying her parents' love and care was enough to make her angry.
She understood now. No matter how useful clones might be, to the original person being cloned, the existence of those copies was inhuman.
They were different from Otherworld Variants. The latter had their own backgrounds, their own stories, their own complete lives.
Clones had nothing that belonged to them. They existed solely to replace the original, as substitutes.
"This is getting competitive.