  There is he is. My StorTrooper. And in an almost frighting way, my digital me looks almost way to close to the real me.
That's a little unsettling that my features and identity could be so easily converted to 0's and 1's and turned into something cold and hexidecimal.
I'm sure I'll cope. Yet I bet digi-Dave doesn't have to worry about things like bills and not having enough cash to move out of his house, and meaningless term papers, and being out of reach from his friends and digi-girlfriend, and the fact that his brother is wasting money being an academic gimp and a liar, and the fact that he hates his job, and he probably doesn't even know about far-off wonderful places because to him it's all right there. But maybe he'll never know what a slurpee tastes like, or the feeling of warm water on his back, or exactly what his digi-girlfriend's kiss feels like, or how soft his digi-dog is or what it's like to feel the cool breeze against you on an ice skating rink.
Who's the better Dave? The one who has no problems, or the one that has no feelings? Mouse: Do you know what it really reminds me of? Tasty Wheat. Did you ever eat Tasty Wheat? Switch: No, but technically, neither did you. Mouse: That's exactly my point. Exactly. Because you have to wonder now. How did the machines know what Tasty Wheat tasted like.
huh?. Maybe they got it wrong. Maybe what I think Tasty Wheat tasted like actually tasted like oatmeal or tuna fish. That makes you wonder about a lot of things. You take chicken for example, maybe they couldn't figure out what to make chicken taste like, which is why chicken tastes like everything. Maybe couldn't figure out... 
