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Got to use that anti-gravitational
hyper beam to draw people in,
only to hide from them everything.
Safety lies in obscurity.
Safety lies, primarily, in not being the same.
It comes for me when I'm indifferent.
I try to treat you the same.
I play the parts.
I say the words.
I have the name.
I, too, have the blood pumping through my
veins-as far as I can tell.
As far as I can tell,
I can't tell you anything.
I don't know about you anything.
Everything is all from my perspective.
I am a human being,
as far as I can tell.
I am a living thing,
as far as I can see.
But how far can I see?
It's all just a sensation.
Life is an animation
of chemicals firing off in your brain.
Who's to say you're fireworks aren't just
playing games?
Feelings are a tricky monster.
Deception can often discard the self.
The ego lurks in the shadows that
consume everything. The fog of war.
The fog of greed. The fog of need.
The fog bleeds on through into everything.
Perhaps I'm just a reptilian
that found some comfortable skin.
Oh, come on, you can't tell me it's all that
alien to feel superficial. Who knows
what you really are? A copy of a copy of a copy
of a genuine thought.
An expression.
An intention.
They seldom coincide.
That's because we're all double agents
working for the other side.
Interdimensional espionage,
or maybe I'm just too proud to say
I'm sorry.
Or, maybe, perhaps, once again, in this
particular case, I am pulling one over on myself.
I feel like it's almost natural to apologize here.
I feel like it's rehearsed though. A copy
of a copy of a copy of a vague notion
of what it might possibly mean to be
genuine.
I play the parts.
I speak the words.
I, too, am an evil dark menace in this
particular instance.
I'm glad you rehearsed forgiveness.
From one reptilian to another,
these human customs make no since to
me. From one fraudulent, rogue, scales under
the skin, to another, these human
costumes we wear frustrate me.
Now, of course, I only mean this half
halfheartedly. That is if I, indeed, mean any of
it, at all, my friend. My friend-alien.
Different. Our history a foreign concept to
me. But, don't worry, I won't try you before
the galaxy for the atrocities of being a co-
conspirator on paper only.
Stealing identities. Useless identities. The
fog of our mutual civility.
Certainly, you feel like you're an esoteric
organism lost in space too.
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