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or warm, whatever.) (But they already made two.) (That’s a sort of guarantee that at least one will survive to make more copies. If those two young new ones die or get killed before they make copies, then the third they’re making right now might live long enough to get copies made.) BB flickered. (Why would they die, or how would they get killed?) (That’s one of the problems of physical life. It’s easier to die or get killed than it is to live. The strong survival drive is needed to achieve balance. That produces other problems.) (What problems?) (We’ll get to them along the way.) He focused on the couple below, who by now had completed their sexual act and were back eating before the fire. (The two big ones are not the same.) (Humans, but different. Run the rote when you caught up with AA—he wanted to go back and be a female. Then the next time around, he had been a female. Humans are either male or female. It takes a male and a female to reproduce, to make a copy.) BB turned inward, then opened. (Which are you?) (Male.) (You ever been female?) (I don’t have any rote on it, so I guess not.) He opened more. (Nothing like this in KT-9S. Never had a percept like it, to make a copy of yourself. Fascinating!) I cut in. (Well, it’s not exactly a copy of yourself, it’s a physical mix of the two, and you hope it might be a copy of you, but it never really turns out that way. It’s just a physical vehicle. The curl who enters it might be a total stranger.) BB rolled. (Don’t get concerned, RAM. I’m not that fascinated.) (I get a percept that stronger curls than you have been caught into being human.) He smoothed. (At this point, I don’t get any part of this survival stuff. That would be too much for me. The eating, I can adjust to, the warm and cool. If they can do it, I can do it. The reproducing, copy making, that