We’re all brothers. Sorta. It gets complicated pretty quick when you start getting into the cloning process. But the simplest way to say it is that we all have the same memories of our earlier lives, but we have different memories and motivations for living now. First there’s me. I’m the closest to the original Jack. Then there’s the singer and the circus conductor. They’re the most…outgoing of my brothers. The teacher and the bartender are a lot quieter and gentler. I keep seeing things I really need to do, but I need to go because I have something else to do. So sometimes I make a new clone just to do that other thing. He’s the best part of me when it comes to doing whatever it is, born needing to do it as much as I. And that’s what allows me to walk away in peace and not regret the paths I’ve not personally traveled. Because one of me has done it, and I can live vicariously through that Jack every time we get together.
Cybers weren’t a part of everyday life for Jack when he was young, and his personal assistant was a freckle-faced redhead. About as different from Julie as he could get. Yes, I knew what I was doing when I picked the form I did. And yes, I manipulated him with that form. But you have to understand that Jack has always had amazing blinders when it comes to not admitting he realizes things he doesn’t want to think about. He knew all along what I was doing, down deep. He simply didn’t let himself know up top where he’d have to put words to it. He was a willing participant in everything we did until the day we died. We’ve had amazing lives, and I look forward to many more.
My family is one of the more complicated families in all the worlds. Some would say that is an understatement, but it is the world I grew up in, so perhaps I see it as more natural than others. My family has been in positions of power for hundreds of years. Some say longer. A record like that would lead anyone to believe that they are inherently superior to others. I do not deny that I accepted that fact at face value when I was younger. I may have even still believed it when The War came upon us all. I did not by Wars End. They say it is hard to maintain a sense of proper superiority over those who share the trenches with you. My example would suggest that saying is true. Much like the saying that there are no atheists in the trenches.
Letting Julie and Alex go was the biggest mistake young me ever committed. We would have been amazing if I followed them to Nashville. Best singing trio in all the worlds. Seriously. You’ve seen the singer and them in action. We would have been that good together. We could have traveled in peace. Seen the worlds from above and walked their streets in search of memories. It would have been amazing. And I think we all know it would have been a life worth living. But then I never would have met Betty and Jasmine. I never would have been a Cowboy. And there wouldn’t be a dozen and more mes flying around and getting into trouble all over the worlds. Now that would be no fun at all.
People sometimes ask me if I would still have chosen to be born had I known what would happen. My answer is always “yes.” Oh, there are things I would do differently, but that’s life. We all have 20/20 hindsight. The difference is in how we deal with the mistakes we make. And the things we do right. Both success and failure can make or break us. It’s what we do with them that matters. And I plan to make myself matter for a very long time indeed.
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