[Ed. note: This post contains spoilers for Act 2 of The Alters.]
Simply after I bought my Jans into the clear and prevented demise by irradiating dawn in The Alters’ very annoying first act, we have been hit with one more impediment. And I’m not speaking concerning the gravity distortions obstructing the Jans’ giant-wheel area 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 resolution to the grey matter medical problem felt morally proper — which made the search all of the extra participating.
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 aims which might be merely to not let any alters die. Stress is excessive while 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 great lady who simply chills within the Womb, the a part of the bottom accountable 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 must give her numerous pets.
Molly dies unexpectedly at the start of Act 2, setting off a questline that received’t finish effectively for Jan prime, and definitely 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 maintain Jan’s alters alive, glad, and (most significantly) not mad at me.

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After a sheep post-mortem reveals each alter is in peril of the identical destiny that befell Molly, Jan seeks assist from Maxwell, the shady determine who might or might not be capitalizing on Jan’s scenario to additional his personal agenda (yeah, he’s undoubtedly furthering his personal agenda). Maxwell presents an answer that instantly made me really feel icky to see via — 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, could be a sacrificial lamb, the “only one” choice of the trolley downside.
As a result of Tabula Rasa is spat out of the Womb as a completely fashioned physique, the moral quandary is quick. 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 moderately 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 remains 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 could be like killing them.
The opposite resolution, supplied by Jan prime’s ex-wife Lena, includes creating and implanting pc chips into the alters’ heads to avoid wasting them. Nonetheless, doing this could alert the large dangerous 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 underneath the company’s management.

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Each choices made me really feel fairly queasy — there’s no binary good or dangerous, 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, understanding not everybody can be proud of it — together with even you! I too felt sacrificing Tabula Rasa could 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 demise or, maybe worse, a lifetime of experiments and slave labor.
I want I may have kicked the can down the street 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 resolution, 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 at the very least offers the Jans a preventing probability, or at the very least that’s how I rationalized the choice.
No matter which choice you select, issues go south: The Jans are alive, however half the group received’t be glad, resulting in a insurrection led by Jan Technician. Seems our pierogi dinner may solely convey 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 survive Act 3, rescue the rebellious Jans, and guarantee all of us make it off this rock whereas attempting to brainstorm a method to disguise 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 have the ability to get my Jans dwelling to Earth alive with none extra blood on our palms.