Copies

There have been several short stories about copies of people and how it screws up the order of things. The possibilities are endless.

A man sells the rights of the copy of his body and mind to a company. The company makes a copy of him and ports the copy to a space station which is the only place they can do experiments legally. The copy wakes up and thinks he is the guy who will get the money. The copy is dissected and experimented on for a while before he dies. He also damns the original for cursing him with this life and death.

Another story has a soldier after a bad guy. In the pursuit, the bad guy tells the soldier that he is one of many who have come after him. It turns out the soldier is a copy always thinking he is the first one going after the bad guy.

This is an awesome premise for a story. How long before it makes its way to the theater where it will be done fifteen different ways in five years?

If I were so inclined I would write a very politically incorrect story about a person who goes to heaven and discovers that only men who owned land or slaves had soles. Everyone else was basically an NPC. He made it to heaven by mistake and isn’t sure he want’s to stay.