I am you?
“So… I am you?” Robert Lutece was a bit confused.
He was standing in front of a lady who talks about Alter Ego and the fact that she searched for him for several years already. Bah, in a way, she hadn’t searched exactly for him because she thought her other self would also be a woman but nevertheless they were one and the same person.
“Yes. You are me.” Rosalind Lutece’s voice was friendly but also a little bit harsh.
She expected something else so her reaction was just as natural and logical.
“But, when I am you, am I also me or is it always you that I am?” He liked to speak in riddles about subjects.
And he knew also that he – or better she – would react not so happily about that.
“In a way you are both. You are me and...” She couldn’t finish because he cut her words out.
“…I am you. Yes, I understand. Strange talking to you. So, one can say that I talk with myself when I talk with you?” He chuckled and smiled at her face.
He saw that she was a bit nervous and was also cheesed off but he couldn’t tell why he treated this subject with such an idiotic talk.
“You do both, dear Robert. We do both all the time now. I am you, you are me and we are one. Should you not be happy seeing me?” She was a little bit pissed because she knew exactly that he was making fun of her.
She also liked to do this. But now she wouldn’t do it anymore.
“Seeing you? But seeing you is seeing me. Such a confusing sentence in my eyes.” He sighted dramatically but blinked also selfish.
“At the moment you can just say you see me. But WHEN do you see me? Is the ‘when’ at your side the same ‘when’ at my side?” She wanted to go forward, so she skipped some information.
And she really wanted to know this. If the different world or realities – or how you want to tell them – run at the same time.
“I would not say that there is a difference, dear Rosalind but in a way it is.” He looked at his clock and gave a shrug. It wasn’t so important in his eyes.
“Strange to hear it from you, other me. How do you know my name?” She was a bit confused, because she was certain that she forgot to tell her name but he knew it. This could not be possible, but it could also.
“I would say I knew it from the start, you knew mine also, don’t you?” He winked and looked with a slightly frightened look at his machine: “Oh, see. The tear won’t be stable any longer at my side, or is it your side that became unstable?”
“I would rather say the both wouldn’t last longer. The next time will be the last one.” She wasn’t really aware of the words she said there.
Why would she say such a thing? She was confused. But she knew something.
“Will it? Couldn’t it not also be our first time?” A light smile lay on his face as he looked at the crumbling tear. He had the feeling that he knew exactly what she meant with her sentence.
“You know exactly what I meant by that Robert. Our last talk will be our last. What comes after that will be the first.” She sighted and watched calmly at the fading tear.
She was also frightened because she knew that what she wanted to do would be very difficult to do. But she wanted to do it.
“I know. I will wait and looking forward for our ‘last’ time Rosal-“ He wanted to end his sentence but with an ear-splitting noise the tear mizzled and the two looked at a blank area.
“Robert!” Her voice was fading away and she looked down on her notes.
She would do it. She really would do it, no matter the cost.
And mumbling for herself she added: “Yes I am too, because then you will be by my side. How stupid would it sound for someone to hear that I wait for me? I will make the other me my brother. ‘Rosalind and her ‘brother’: Cheerful family reunion’. How foolish this would sound. But they wouldn’t understand it, or would they Robert?” She smiled at the empty place and prepared everything for the next time. Because after next time, she wouldn’t be alone anymore.
