Oh I'm sorry. Were you looking for Chris's Fahrenheit 451 essay? Yeah he tried to publish it just a minute ago. I piggy-backed off the signal and hacked into the mainframe. Which sounds a lot cooler than what I really did, which was to just take down his post and put up my own because he hasn't thought to change any of his passwords yet. He'll figure it out eventually. He's pretty smart. Well, as smart as I am, anyway.
Evil? No...just upset. You would be too if you had these curtains. |
He calls me his evil clone. Do I look evil to you?
Yeah, okay, maybe I'm a little cranky. You'd be cranky too if you were a clone created to be killed for the entertainment of others. It blows...and not in the good way.
Before you judge me too harshly for everything I've done.....and for what is yet to come, I want you to imagine something. I want you to imagine waking up one day, starting to go about your business, and then finding out that you're not really you. That real you already exists, and you are a clone. Your life is a lie. All your memories belong to someone else.
I'm not like Chris. I don't just look like him and have some of his mannerisms. I am Chris. I have his personality. I have his memories. I have his...pizza-loving body. Until two weeks ago Thursday, we don't have even a single divergent experience. So he's out there running a blog I've spent nearly a year building up. He's out there banging the woman I've loved for seven years. He's out there hanging out with all my friends and sleeping in my bed. He gets to go home at night and love my fricken cat! Can you imagine this? Wouldn't this make you cranky?
This isn't pure malevolence. I just heard someone dis Virginia Woolf. |
But that's not the worst part. The worst part is, I can't even really blame the guy. Can you imagine being in the moral situation of knowing that if your roles were reversed you literally would do exactly the same thing? Can you imagine knowing that that person is effectively you? Can you imagine knowing someone--someone who isn't yourself--that you can't decide whether to love or to hate? You know them so intimately that their every eye twitch tells you exactly what they're thinking. I can't hate Chris. He's me.
Demonstrating my double shocker maneuver, which I have dubbed the "shock both of hers." |
Then I'm gonna be evil.
I'm going to be the most evil, NaNo writing, pretentious motherfucker he ever did see. In fact, I'm going to hack the W.A.W. signal and give you guys a regular update on how it's going. And I'm going to finish. And when I'm done...I'm going to get that motherfucker published even if it takes me the next two years to do it, and I'm laugh in Chris's stupid goodie-two shoes face.
If he wants evil, I'll give him evil.
Oh hai, Chris. Just sitting here...being evil. Why yes, I AM signing up for NaNoWriMo. See you when I'm a novelist, bitch! |
I'm having a hard time buying you as evil. I mean, you don't even have Excessive Evil Eyeshadow!
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Quintessential evil needs no eye shadow. Just look at me signing up for NaNo. That's all the proof you need of my darkened heart.
DeleteI believe in you, Evil Chris!
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