Durin sighed, "Living for so long must be hard."
"Yes, no one knows everything from the past, civilization has regressed, there is no justice to speak of, everyone is like a monster devouring flesh and blood." The old man sighed, "Every time, I clone myself, this child, it would be better to say he's a clone of mine rather than the child of some nameless woman and me. Each time my body ages to the point of being obsolete, I select a backup and replace my clone."
According to the law, humans have the right to dispose of their clones at will.
Eleven stepped forward.
His appearance made old Karl laugh, "I'm comforted to see someone who can still believe in the creeds of the past, although I know what I'm doing is excessive. A person who doesn't age for a thousand years is always going to be a serious problem, wherever he is. You must understand what I'm trying to say, Durin the administrator."
