
Jodo Kast Feb 18, 2009
Who are these people? Where did I come from? Such questions run through my mind whenever I visit my parents' house. I don't even know my brother; he might as well be another species. Of course, they have the same opinions of me. I'm bizarre and strange. I get to hear this a few times every month.
I'm going to wake up one day and the truth will be revealed. "You've done well so far!", they'll tell me. "Just a few more years and the experiment will be over!", they'll promise. "Very soon you'll get to go home!".
You know what? I wouldn't be surprised. Things are already so crazy with quarks leading to consciousness that I might find out I'm a particle. And they need me back. Back to my position, so the paperclip stays together.