Tangled
They figured out I was upstairs. The only conspiracy was to figure out how to browbeat me into coming down safely. Really, I should have realized all along we weren't doppelgängers; we're split-universe duplicates of each other. Occam's Razor, right? Of course there aren't actual doppelgängers. That would just be ridiculous. Far simply and more sensible that we accidentally broke off some pieces of the 11-string snowflake somehow. Anyway, we rock-scissors-paper'd about a hundred times, not for any sort of supremacy or decision-making purpose but simply to eventually establish perfectly re-aligned thought, at which point we collapsed the waveform and seamlessly merged back into the "real" singular universe. I am completely and positively sure I'm the real me. Or rather, I'm completely and positively sure that it doesn't matter whether I'm exactly like I always ways, because there is no longer any alternate universe mirror to measure differences or recognize relative slip against.
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For consideration: unless of course I have been so perfectly replaced by a doppelgänger that I even think I'm actually the real original me but ho ho no that that that would just be it would just be too paranoid right?
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For consideration: unless of course I have been so perfectly replaced by a doppelgänger that I even think I'm actually the real original me but ho ho no that that that would just be it would just be too paranoid right?