It all started with Molly...; the bedtime stories.

 

Well, my sleepy little angels, after the black*, grey and white bedtime stories,

it's time for something different, this one will be as bad as it possibly can.

It all started with Molly, 

yes, a sheep,

well actually it started with a brilliant scientist,

but one that wanted to compete with G-D,

yes, sure, a megalomaniac

but even that brilliant mind was unprepared

for what's coming 

next

Well a successor thought, as simple as he was,

" if I would clone myself, now that I'm still young enough,

I could raise and tutor with all that I've learned over the years

myself, I can teach my clone, myself, to be an even better me

with all this experience in my genes of all the years spent on earth

but, but, but what if, 

what if I will not be a better transcript of myself, but everything I hate,

how would I cope with all that, how could I stop myself being me 

no, no, not me, that cannot be,

I can only better myself, as bright as I am, I am smart after all 

surely I can create myself to be even smarter, richer, mightier,

if only, if only I had the funds to do this experiment "

And yes, my Serafim, there's always a billionaire or an oligarch,

- can anyone tell me the difference between the two, is there one,

correct there.... both have too much political power.... and neither

have gained such riches in an honest way, unlimited thievery....

all true, but that's not really the point this story's trying to make -

so, a billionaire decided to fund the scientist in his cloning quest,

thinking " when I own the company that has all that intel, I will be 

the biggest oligarch of all, I will have them clone me and become 

immortal, all my endless life I will live in wealth, fame and glamour "

Yet what's such prospect if you cannot share your victory with someone, 

so he spoke in the utmost secrecy with the ruler of the nation, the one

that he had financed into power, the one he thought of being his puppet,

but that confidant proved to be more than a jackstraw, as that dummy

dreamed of that one ignoble thought eventually all potential monarchs

come to dream of, that uncontrollable, unlimited, undisputed dominion,

that ruler thought " if I control this cloning, I can clone myself an army,

and clone myself as eternal emperor, a Nero, a worse Genghis Khan,

the best Qin Shi Huangdi, I will be all in one and all will bow and pay

homage, the United Nations will be me, mine and, and..yeahhhh." 

The self proclaimed world leader in stature dreamed his orchastic dream

and then one day we all woke up from his nightmare, except we didn't, 

wake up that is, for the nightmare had become daily life, we were as the 

saying goes: living the dream; his dream, our nightmare, brought to life. 

It had all started with Molly and we never objected and so we'd become

all a Molly, blind in pleasure, my Serafim, didn't the Upanishads say:

     " And now I've become Molly, sheepish destroyer of worlds "

Well now, my sleepy angels, I do hope this wasn't too disturbing a bedtime story.

But you know, when you have trouble falling asleep, just start counting sheep....

© 2023-02-23

* The bedtime stories, episode Black (The last darkened days) is yet to be published.