Belphegor - 06-02-2005 - Updated Tue/Thu/Sat

If You Want To Know What's Behind The Show...

Some customer at the Wine Shop I work at left a notebook filled with notes, charts, and data sheets, and the word "Clone" is mentioned more than once, along with little pictures that look like embryos. Also, phrases like "Limb Buds" and "Differentially expressed transcripts across both embryonic stages"...

My fear now is that he will return for his notebook of cloning data only to find that I have taken it home to cannibalize his research and create an army of mutant clone Deqs. The Customer, clearly finded by some kind of government super-soldier agency, will mobilize the homeland security department to stop the 'terrorist threat' posed by my growing clan of me-variants. They will use their mutant dog sharks to track me by my blood type, and torture me with a cheese grater and some elbow grease. It will not be a pretty future if I bring this home. Unless I make a clone martyr of myself to take the torture for me.

If you converted your brain pattern and everything to a digital format, do you think you'd live on through it? Would it be immortality? Wouldn't your consciousness not switch over? You'd die in your meat sack and some computer that thinks like you would live on, but probably not have all those inhibitions that flesh is heir to (such as fear of being mauled by mutant shark dogs). But then, perhaps I've already done this, and the person making these comics is in fact a downloaded mind, and this is my 'coming out' so to speak. How would you know? Perhaps my mind, so powerful with its new computer housing, designed a human android shell to move around in, and now masquerades as one of you.

But is that just what God did (if you'll have any of that theistic claptrap... I myself am a born again agnostic).

Lastly, I tried to communicate with my turkey sandwich BEFORE eating it this time. I used a ouija board. It spelled out "G-O-B-B-L-E".

So I did.