[Ed. note: This post contains spoilers for Act 2 of The Alters.]
Simply after I bought my Jans into the clear and averted dying by irradiating dawn in The Alters’ very disturbing first act, we have been hit with yet one more impediment. And I’m not speaking concerning the gravity distortions obstructing the Jans’ giant-wheel house base from advancing any additional. As an alternative, they have been staring down the barrel of doom by way of cloning-induced mind harm, and neither answer to the grey matter medical problem felt morally proper — which made the search all of the extra partaking.
In The Alters, most of your time is spent assigning Jan Dolski’s alters — clones he produces with alternate timeline consciousnesses — to duties like base upkeep, useful resource mining, and ensuring there’s meals on the desk to quell any brewing rebellions. Generally you get targets which are merely to not let any alters die. Stress is excessive if you’re marooned on a dull planet with solely six alternate variations of your self for firm.
However earlier than Jan creates any of his alters, he clones a sheep to check the altering course of. That sheep is Molly, the nice woman who simply chills within the Womb, the a part of the bottom answerable for the organic facet of the cloning process. Fortunately, you by no means have to fret about protecting her fed — there are sufficient issues to maintain monitor of as is — however you need to give her plenty of pets.
Molly dies unexpectedly originally of Act 2, setting off a questline that received’t finish effectively for Jan prime, and positively received’t be straightforward on you, the participant. There are many decisions to be made in The Alters, however none made me rack my mind fairly like determining how you can maintain Jan’s alters alive, joyful, and (most significantly) not mad at me.

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After a sheep post-mortem reveals each alter is at risk of the identical destiny that befell Molly, Jan seeks assist from Maxwell, the shady determine who could or is probably not capitalizing on Jan’s scenario to additional his personal agenda (yeah, he’s positively furthering his personal agenda). Maxwell presents an answer that instantly made me really feel icky to see by means of — wholesome mind matter should be harvested to synthesize a treatment, which implies Jan must clone an alter however maintain him sedated earlier than his mind “prompts,” after which kill him. That alter, dubbed Tabula Rasa, can be a sacrificial lamb, the “only one” possibility of the trolley downside.
As a result of Tabula Rasa is spat out of the Womb as a completely shaped physique, the moral quandary is rapid. That dude appears like Jan, and all the opposite Jans. He is a Jan, only one who isn’t “activated” but with a consciousness, a character, or reminiscences. There’s an enormous distinction between Jan sacrificing a human who appears similar to him somewhat than, say, a mind in a jar. That’s Jan mendacity asleep on the desk. And that Jan goes to die.
Half your alters received’t be on board with this — the clean slate alter continues to be one among them, in any case. They view Tabula Rasa as a brother, a member of this alternate timeline discovered household. Killing him can be like killing them.
The opposite answer, provided by Jan prime’s ex-wife Lena, includes creating and implanting laptop chips into the alters’ heads to avoid wasting them. Nonetheless, doing this is able to alert the massive unhealthy capitalist company AllyCorp to their existence, which is an enormous no-no; if anybody finds out about Jan’s illegally cloned and ethically questionable alters, it’s probably lights out for them — that, or they’ll be put beneath the company’s management.

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Each choices made me really feel fairly queasy — there’s no binary good or unhealthy, Paragon or Renegade decisions right here. Jan doesn’t get a morality meter to trace if he’s being a good or a shit human being. As an alternative, you and Jan have to take a seat together with your alternative, realizing not everybody shall be proud of it — together with even you! I too felt sacrificing Tabula Rasa can be like killing part of this bizarre, argumentative household (who sometimes sings collectively). On the similar time, exposing Jan’s alters to the company felt like assured dying or, maybe worse, a lifetime of experiments and slave labor.
I want I might have kicked the can down the highway on the choice, however The Alters doesn’t work like that. Its solar is at all times rising, able to burn you to ash, and the Jans’ mind downside ain’t going away by itself. Regardless of studying simply how shady Maxwell is — seems he desires to run his personal experiments on the Jans; who coulda guessed? — I elected to go along with his blank-slate answer, 3D printing a Jan simply to kill him. It felt gross, like I used to be killing part of the character I had spent about 15 hours embodying, but I felt that self-death was higher than no matter AllyCorp would do to the Jans. Sacrificing Tabula Rasa not less than offers the Jans a preventing probability, or not less than that’s how I rationalized the choice.
No matter which possibility you select, issues go south: The Jans are alive, however half the group received’t be joyful, resulting in a insurrection led by Jan Technician. Seems our pierogi dinner might solely carry us so shut collectively, and killing Jan Tabula Rasa pushed us irreconcilably aside. Jan Technician and the sad Jans splinter off to attempt to survive on their very own.

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Jan prime and the Jans who stay aren’t out of the woods but. We now have to determine how you can survive Act 3, rescue the rebellious Jans, and guarantee all of us make it off this rock whereas making an attempt to brainstorm a solution to cover the Jans from the “rescue crew” coming to avoid wasting them. The Alters by no means relents, throwing at you one ethical dilemma after one other, and I’m actually curious how — or if, actually — I’ll be capable to get my Jans dwelling to Earth alive with none extra blood on our palms.