January 3, year 2245

It’s what they said would never happen again. They said World War 2 was enough, but lo and behold, World War 3 came around. I’ve always hated war; it unsettles me. The fact that people of the same species would turn against each other with weapons of annihilation makes me question humanity. I thought to myself that if this continued to happen, the world would rip itself apart; we would be our own worst enemy. I was right. So I decided to do something about it. But, now, it seems that I’m my own worst enemy. Because everyone is me, and I am everyone.

February 21, year 2318

For a while-after what I call the Great Transmutation-everything was fine. Everyone worked in harmony with each other, because they were each other. No more fighting. Weapons had been banned a long time ago. Peace had finally arrived for good. And most importantly, everyone was happy in the utopia I had built for them. It was perfect. The end to all conflict finally showed its face, and not only that, I had made it materialize. Now I could die happy while all the other Me’s would continue my legacy forever and ever. Yet something constantly nagged at me. Maybe it’s just a misguided notion, but, as I watch the many Me’s marching like ants around the compound something just doesn’t feel right. It just feels too mechanical.

April 22, year 2345

Revolution is a tasteless prospect. Why would one ever consider it? Harmony and unity are the ideal, so why rebel?. Why would I rebel against myself? I ponder this with growing concern because after years of peace there is bound to be unrest. Even two identical people have to act differently to fulfill different tasks. I made sure to implement this so that Me’s could work different jobs and have this world run smoothly. Differentiating personalities even in the smallest forms will eventually become bigger. The differences will only get larger. This will not do! If this continues, then my people, my Me’s, won’t be me! This would create divisions between my people. Individuality will not be void any longer! But individuality is the bane of this world. It causes difference, difference causes conflict, and conflict brews war. This is why I eradicated it so long ago. Why would anyone want to be different from me? Preposterous!

June 16, year 2345

I’m starting to think that maybe my intentions are selfish. I continue to deny it, but maybe, just maybe, I’ve wronged this world. I’m seeing it more and more as my clones start to differentiate. Rebel bands have formed that are devoted to hating themselves and, by extension, me. I find this peculiar because I made sure to wipe anything that their past selves could use to get back to the surface, so what breeds these ideas of revolution?

September 8, year 2345

Insurrection seems to be the hot topic right now within the Me’s. They are made in my image! I’m not a traitor to humanity…right?

January 13, year 2349

The perfect utopia I sculpted with my blood, sweat, and tears is crumbling. For 100 years we stood together strong, my Me’s compliant and undisturbed by atrocities like war and strife. All of that work is gone. I’m afraid my clones have differentiated to the point where I can’t hold supremacy over them. They have become their own people with their own tastes. Some enjoy logic, while others enjoy speculation. Maybe it is a good thing. Now that my work is done, maybe I can observe from afar and prove that I was right.

January 3, year 2381

I was wrong. I’ve made so many mistakes; if only I could repent for my sins. Without the immortality serum that I left in the compound, I’m afraid my body is too old for much of anything anymore. I wish I could repay my Me’s for my brazen attempt at saving my world. Wait, that isn’t the right term any more, is it? They are them now: individual beings. I’m the only me now. Maybe it was a good thing that there were flaws in my plans. Maybe I’ve made society better? But for now, all I know is that I must bow out and let them build their own lives. I’ve meddled enough with this world. I’m so sorry.