iClone

my original version is happy today.

my original version doesn't whine. i mean he doesn't have anything against it, like he's not uptight or anything, he's just too busy living his life. my original version doesn't write his life, doesn't picture it, doesn't even sing it out loud killerdriving his car or deadscrubbing his back under the shower. he flat out lives it.

my original version has the same dreams as i do, i mean obviously everything that i am and own is because of him, the cloning folks made it clear during my orientation sessions. we share the same fears too, same doubts, we even stutter on the exact same letters in the exact same words. i sound intelligent because he is, i look friendly because he's nice, i come across social and gregarious, only because he sincerely cares about and respects all the people around him.

my original version doesn't lie, he doesn't need to. he doesn't cheat or betray or misbehave, that's all me. the fine prints in the iClone manual that came with me clearly state in size 4 italicized times new roman that some or all of the source specimen's behavioral habits may appear distorted or tarnished in the cloned version. my original version believes in ethics, he recycles, flosses religiously and always folds his laundry right after they're out of the dryer.

my original version thinks love exists. no i take that back; he doesn't think, he believes in it because he's in it. he loves himself. he loves his significant other, and that's why his never left him. he's not bitter. he's not angry. he's completely in peace with the world. he doesn't inflict pain upon himself, much less upon those around him, he's not a wreck, he takes sugar in his coffee, he likes happy endings, he doesn't feel sick when he sees happy couples, he walks, never runs.

my original version is happy today. he faces all the problems that i've got, he's got all the same issues, i mean we're technically the same, it's just that he chooses to be happy. he's so original it's not even funny. he doesn't like emails, he writes. he orders fries with his burger and spreads ketchup on his pizza, he just doesn't care what others would think.

my original version never pretends, not to be sad, not to be lonely, not to be depressed. he sticks to reality, rock solid, firm, steady. he never makes up stories in his head, especially when it comes to himself. he never pretends he's somebody else's clone. he is what he is, and i wish i were him, living a happy life.