by John Wyatt
Who am I?
What am I?
There was only darkness and silence.
I wonder if I have an echo?
Echo Ö echo Ö
I guess not.
Hmmmmm, I guess itís just me, whoever that is. So, I wonder whatís here.
Dee doh, dee doh, dee dohÖ I wonder where Iíll go? Doh dee, doh dee, doh deeÖ I wonder what Iíll be?
Is this me?
Is who me?
Thatís what I said Ė me!
What a minute, Iím confused.
Me too. Whatís a ďminute?Ē
You mean ďwhat?Ē
No, well, yes, but Ö WHO THE HECK IS THIS ANYWAY???
ME, thatís who!
I must be talking to myself.
Yep, that would explain it.
Who Iím talking to! Thatís what, you idiot!
I thought you were talking to yourself?
Then you must be the idiot!
YES! Iím an Ö oh, wait. Ok, letís see if we can figure out if this is me or you.
Or maybe thereís only me and YOU are really ME!
Now STOP IT! This is getting silly!
Ok, what number am I thinking of?
Whatís a ďnumber?Ē
I donít know Ö which is what I was thinking! You must be ME!
Well, it seems likely.
WILL YOU BOTH PLEASE SHUT UP! IíM TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!
??? HUH ???
A casual observer might have noticed that three of the small, grayish black stones seemed to quiver slightly, though there was no wind. That is, the observer might have noticed this before literally melting from the searing heat and radioactive waste that covered the area. The small stones littered the blast site for miles; and one by one, they began to quiver.
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