What baffled me about Tribbles was that if they all came from such a small gene pool, where did all the variations in size and color come from? I had a stuffed tribble once. My dog ate it. Anyway...off subject. Back to clones. There was a news story a while back about some woman who went to Korea to have her dead pitbull cloned. She came away with like 6 clone puppies. I also saw a story on This American Life where this dude has his pet bull cloned and couldn't understand why the clone didn't behave exactly like the original. The clone had gored him a few times, but he insisted that with time this bull would be just as friendly as the predisessor. Genetics are only part of what made your pet (or a person) who they were. The expectation that the clone will be the same can only lead to dissapointment.
Tribbles. There's a memory: A band I played in, many Dipthelian moons ago, called 'No Wings, Fins or Fuselage', had the honour of playing the Star Trek convention. There were a lot of people dressed up as characters from Star Trek, including some very serious looking Clingons. Whilst we were playing, the lead singer threw a pretend tribble at a Clingon, and hit him full front. This caused uproar in the Clingon presence and we were ushered off stage, and out of the back doors before finishing the set. We never played the Star Trek convention again. Hahahaha!
Dude, bad mental images + a community of people who specialise in experiencing a mental image with all 5 senses = disturbance of the psychological variety...
