Holy crap indeed. Some philosophers might well characterize matter that way.
But I am functioning (so far!) and although every one wanted to rush into the room and start testing both of us, we needed a minute, ignoring the many many observations that were being made of us, and simply staring at each other, absorbing the other.
I backed away from the door and he did too and we smiled, both of us wanting the other in “their” room. It shouldn’t matter, this territoriality, after all we were made of the same genetic stuff, but I still perceive him now as another.
Wow Maria! What now?
And all that went though my head in a second, as he waited on the other side of the connecting door and he then suddenly strode through into “my” room, and so come closer to my.
I had never seen myself this close before, seen myself as others see me, and the heightened anticipation, the adrenaline, enhanced my perception and for him too as we reached out and grasped each other’s hands and held them for a minute. Reasonably firm grip, skin fairly soft. I rotated his hand and looked at the backside of it, and then he did it back again it was a very odd thing they were the same hand, two of them, in full mirror image, the back of his hand, with its hairs and veins and finger ligaments and knuckles and my fingertips wrapping around them with my visible nails, and rotating the hand, slowly and the wrinkles where the skin is and the color slowly changing to from the lighter palm on his to the darker skin and just the reverse on mine, thumb and forefinger meeting at the exact same angles, on either hand, and looking like a mirror image exactly but in 3D and over to the back of my hand, and every single thing looking the same once I rotated it in my mind, ever hair and vein and ligament and knuckle in the right place but rotated wrong until I figured it out, and then it snapped into place it was exactly the same as mine, wow. An intellectual construction, the nano, essentially little equations putting themselves together into something here and tangible something: me. Wow wow. I was weak all of a sudden and looked around for a chair and he did too, after all we were probably having the exact same reactions.
I have made me. “Right?” I asked, and he said it at almost the same time, and we both smiled. Jim looked at us, and I shook my head now, but on the other hand it would be valuable to us, to science to record it now, so I stood up and he did at the same time and walked into his room and I was writing already when he came back.