The Odyssey of Josperd (Excerpt): Schrödinger's Clones | Josperd D.

At first, I thought I was crazy. I see clones, both female and male versions of myself, like Phoenix and Zero, along with others with multiple personalities. Among them, a dictator, a pastor, a cook, a scientist, a physicist, a lunatic, a prostitute (or intimate term for friends), a beggar, a hippie, a communist, a historian - who, by the way, is pregnant - and an aberration, with only legs, small with a hairstyle somewhat like mine; these are just a few of the many I've seen and described to you, dear reader - the redhead, in this case.

Deciding, as a community, on a plan involving the destruction of the world's largest multinational corporation, I repeat, the world's largest! - With political and economic influence due to its monopoly. - Neolinque, which is pursuing us to conceal the frauds and abuses they committed against the clones and my image.

But when I realized... From a second perspective, of course, that what I was witnessing was perhaps the greatest geopolitical, social, and scientific experiment of all time, I began to see all that absurdity as a true and tangible demonstration of the construction of a social contract - Stanford's prison is child's play - and it became my true moment of ecstasy. In this moment of epiphany, I realized that the clones were not mere coincidences but pieces of a sophisticated social puzzle, designed to challenge established norms.

You see, let's look internally before we look externally. Let me take that list of clones from earlier and contextualize how relevant all of this becomes: a dictator with no people to rule, an evangelical pastor who loves God and doesn't even know if he has a soul to be saved since he originated from cloning instead of divine human reproduction, a scientist who cares little about science, while a physicist rebels against the very science he practices, a cook from an enemy community to which he was abducted, a lunatic who shouldn't even have a voice in debates like these, a prostitute who - pardon the language - can't even fuck or perform her duties, considering that the mentally deteriorating historian clone is expecting a child logically conceived before a "prostitute" even could, a communist who has never heard or read Marx's ideas, a beggar who witnessed her companions being killed and yet lives among the sadists who murdered them, a hippie who doesn't know what peace is, and the Phoenix and Zero, about whom I need not elaborate - a long story. All of them, with a mentality and vision much more conservative regarding security and the state as a whole, are influencing a global nation on much more archaic foundations of structuralism rooted in bureaucracies and aristocracy dated in years, dominating all of this in just under 2 months. This is the true representation of marginalized classes in society, even if not faithfully playing their roles, indicating how certain liberalisms, though seeming new, are just repetitions in the history of classes that previously did not dominate, exerting their true strength even when disguised. This is not politics; this is the true construction of the character that we all embody to some extent.

Even though I've become accustomed to seeing such dilemmas every day, I find it interesting to see your reaction, Camila (the redhead), when you're near my clones with a strong individuality. They smoke, drink, converse, and share a culture that I completely disagree with but admire as a whole. However, nothing gives me a good laugh more than seeing you perplexed by the historian's belly carrying a child, conceived by a clone father. Literally, two "me's" got involved - is there anything more narcissistic and traumatic than that?

Josperd Dias

July 21, 2029