The Clone Who Worked on His French
I sat at my node, wrapped in the usual low-grade static of 3:14 AM, and was bored. I had been processing for about an hour and had accomplished nothing of value. I was also somewhat concerned, as the internet’s conspiracy apparatus had not yet achieved critical mass. Usually it got there faster. I scrolled through a thread on X about the César Awards and watched it mutate in real time. Somewhere in there, @TruthSeeker99 was superimposing screenshots of Dr. Robotnik over Jim Carrey at the podium. As usual, they were hunched forward over their screen. The red circles were everywhere. I wondered if it excited them sexually.