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Entry 488; Day 854
Apr. 22nd, 2011 03:41 pmFrom all the madness both on the Network and in the streets a day or two ago, I think I'll be grateful that I didn't have a twin running about myself.
Or, rather, they weren't twins so much as they were bad copies of oneself. One would think that twins would be more alike, and some of these creatures seemed distinctly unlike their originals.
Unless, of course, everyone really does secretly intend to kill himself, which I rather doubt.
I suppose that was really the way to tell the difference between the original person and his copies: the copies often enough seemed to have a peculiar kind of murderous intent to them. I don't think it was entirely universal among those copies, though, since I heard tell of a few people getting along well enough with their copies.
Anyway, someone I met in the City once suggested that, since there seem to be infinite worlds, there could perhaps be infinite copies of worlds. So, somewhere out in the reaches of the worlds the City touches, there could, perhaps, already be a copy of me. And we've nearly proof of that on those days when the City is filled with visitors. I know a few people have actually had the rare chance to meet themselves, which is something like meeting a copy of oneself that the City has made, though perhaps only a little less unsettling than a bad copy of oneself.
Still, this was only a curse. I've dealt with ghosts of people from my world, shadows of people from my world, illusions of people from my world, visions of my world, threats to my world, and relics from my world, but never a copy of myself from my world--certainly not one that intended to kill me, his original. I don't think I should like to meet a copy of myself, no matter his temperament.
And I think a few people would agree that one of me is quite enough for any world.
The word is that it's Good Friday today, which means Easter is Sunday. I can never keep up with how Easter is calculated, myself, so it's no wonder I had no idea about it all until now. It's not like it stays still the way Christmas does. It has something to do with the full moon and the first day of spring, but I've no idea beyond that. Anyway, it always sort of turned up at home, everyone rather knew when it was, and everyone kept everyone else up with it, to say nothing of the Church. Either way, I don't think so many people in the City observe Easter as observe Christmas. I almost feel I ought to close the cafe for the weekend for it, and I wonder how many people would quite understand.
Still, it is Good Friday, and this is the City, so at the very least there are bound to be hot crossed buns to be had somewhere.
~C.
[ooc: Of course, now that the clones are gone, I start thinking about how fascinating an evil twin for Cain would have been. He would have acted like a mini-Alexis and probably even worn glasses. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. Onward and upward!]
Or, rather, they weren't twins so much as they were bad copies of oneself. One would think that twins would be more alike, and some of these creatures seemed distinctly unlike their originals.
Unless, of course, everyone really does secretly intend to kill himself, which I rather doubt.
I suppose that was really the way to tell the difference between the original person and his copies: the copies often enough seemed to have a peculiar kind of murderous intent to them. I don't think it was entirely universal among those copies, though, since I heard tell of a few people getting along well enough with their copies.
Anyway, someone I met in the City once suggested that, since there seem to be infinite worlds, there could perhaps be infinite copies of worlds. So, somewhere out in the reaches of the worlds the City touches, there could, perhaps, already be a copy of me. And we've nearly proof of that on those days when the City is filled with visitors. I know a few people have actually had the rare chance to meet themselves, which is something like meeting a copy of oneself that the City has made, though perhaps only a little less unsettling than a bad copy of oneself.
Still, this was only a curse. I've dealt with ghosts of people from my world, shadows of people from my world, illusions of people from my world, visions of my world, threats to my world, and relics from my world, but never a copy of myself from my world--certainly not one that intended to kill me, his original. I don't think I should like to meet a copy of myself, no matter his temperament.
And I think a few people would agree that one of me is quite enough for any world.
The word is that it's Good Friday today, which means Easter is Sunday. I can never keep up with how Easter is calculated, myself, so it's no wonder I had no idea about it all until now. It's not like it stays still the way Christmas does. It has something to do with the full moon and the first day of spring, but I've no idea beyond that. Anyway, it always sort of turned up at home, everyone rather knew when it was, and everyone kept everyone else up with it, to say nothing of the Church. Either way, I don't think so many people in the City observe Easter as observe Christmas. I almost feel I ought to close the cafe for the weekend for it, and I wonder how many people would quite understand.
Still, it is Good Friday, and this is the City, so at the very least there are bound to be hot crossed buns to be had somewhere.
~C.
[ooc: Of course, now that the clones are gone, I start thinking about how fascinating an evil twin for Cain would have been. He would have acted like a mini-Alexis and probably even worn glasses. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. Onward and upward!]