019 ❖ Occam's Razor

[noluckduck]

[Phone]

[The news have spread. Everybody in town is a copy - a phony. She remembers arguing with that one kid - Pokey, was it? - months ago; he had his theories, and she shot them down.

She was always afraid he'd be right.

Maybe she should have just stopped hanging on to hope once it turned out the town was a simulation. If the town's fake, so are they.

Maybe it's silly to come to the phone at a time like this--

But it feels like it's what she has to do.]


So we're all fakes. People called it, I guess.

[A pause that lasts a little too long.]

What's the point now? What the hell are we - [she groans] - fighting for?

Comments

[photonicfighter]

That doesn't make us fake. That makes us different. You're a second Clover, just as important and just as entitled to exist as the original.

[noluckduck]

I dunno if that's true when a crazy psycho's the one who made us.

[photonicfighter]

It doesn't matter who or what makes you, it's what you do with that existence! Are you saying that the child of bad parents isn't a worthwhile child?

[noluckduck]

Wuh-- Well, no. Course not.

[photonicfighter]

Then that doesn't mean that we're not worthwhile! So there!

[...you can really only pretend to be smart and know what you're talking about for so long.]

[noluckduck]

... Fine. But so what? What do we do? Whadda we do it for?