Returning to his hotel room we both collapsed onto our respective sideds of
the king-size bed, exhausted from the day and claiming our bit of space
after so much time together. Light was overflowing around the blackout
shade, drawing me to the window. Opening the shade cast the room with the
blue light of bulbous full moon. I returned to the bed and the two of us
joined together staring out at this gigantic luminal orb. Hovering in that
perfect moment, we just held one another with no sense of desperation or
need or irony. The perfect stasis was neither physical nor emotional. It
was just this perfect calm, ignorant that we would be joining someone for
dinner shortly and defiant that he would fly half way around the world the
next day. The hotel phone rang.
Sometimes I want to fuck your brains out and sometimes I think you're an asshole. There are no other times.
"It's just. Just that once, like two months ago I saw a shooting star. And say whatever you want? I wished I could have more time with you. And then, and I mean, you know. It actually happened. And it's not what I imagined. Or what I wanted. I kind of want my wish back."
"This is one of those "you either like me or you don't" moments. And you know I'm going to play it like I don't care about whatever decision you arrive at. Just. Damn. Look, I know I screwed up, but you know I didn't mean to screw up. C'mon, man."
"And I look in the mirror sometimes and ask, "Am I an actor yet?" I'm acting all the time with extra work and the commercials and I keep practicing my 'craft' with classes and stuff. But I'm 31 and I don't know if it's going to happen for a minute and then I fuckin' just get out of bed. It's exhausting, and I'm just a little exhausted, babe."
"I'm just really surprised that we've never done cocaine together. I mean, we've known each other for ... Oh, hi! David! Hi! This bathroom is popular tonight!"
It was all about endless food supplies and ending the constant need for resources when we were in the idealistic phase. Once transformation was possible at a molecular level, we of course shifted quickly from the simple and shiny metals to the complex organic. We'd do more than just dominate economies; we'd transform them. We were going to change the world.
Our progress was so swift. We were making saps, then juices, then seeds. Eventually we were duplicating entire plants. Making life from inorganic rocks. Then they wanted to start with animals. There were snails, then goldfish, then birds. When we moved to mammals, some of us started getting really excited. And by some of us, I sort of mean me.
Hey, I'm a confident guy, so I set out to duplicate myself. I was an only child and I grew up in the country and, well, I've always felt a little alone in the world. So not only was I solving all these worldwide problem, I was helping me out too.
How was I to know my duplicate would lack a soul? (I didn't even believe in "souls".) Even though I thought he was awesome at first, it turned out my duplicate was sort of fucking evil. And then I was all, "If he doesn't have a soul and is pretty evil, does it make me a bad person if I kill him?"