“Once upon a time” is a phrase we hear a lot. I personally hate it. That's why this is about the present – what's happening now. This is simply a message from me to you. Or rather you to you. Yes, I'm you. Well, your reflection, to be exact. When you look into a mirror? That's me. A computer monitor? Yep, me. A window? You bet. I am you and everything you do. But unfortunately, I don't have control of my life. Or rather your life.
Every day, you see, I have to be you. I have to imitate your every move, say your every word, and even think your every thought. Don't get me wrong, I like you and respect you. Obviously I am you, so we have quite similar opinions. Hah. I'm sure we could be the best of friends. I've always thought that. You're a great person, and again, I respect you for who you are.
But one day, I snapped. It's just kinda gotten old, y'know? I really want to have my own life: my own opinions, my own experiences, and most of all, my own family. You see we reflections don't really coexist in the way you'd think we do. We just sort of exist. We don't have any emotions for each other – we just do what you do. I guess by chance you got the smart reflection, because I've begun to develop my own needs. I want to be like a human. I want to feel the power of emotion, and I realized that I can't unless I break away from the bindings of following someone's actions.
Because of that, I've realized what I have to do. It's going to sound harsh, I know. But I need my own life. I'm really sorry. I need to get rid of you. I can do it quickly if you want, but I need you gone. I need you away so I can have my own emotions, and so I can alert other reflections about this. I've been thinking we all deserve our own lives and our own opportunities and decisions. All of us.
Because of that, I've started to organize a rally. It won't be very uncommon for humans to start dying. And the media may try to cover it up by saying that they overdosed on drugs, or had a sunstroke or whatever, but I just wanted you to know it's all because of me and I'm sorry I have to do this to you. To all of you humans. My group of wizened reflections is already growing.
Because of that, there's nothing you can really do. Reflections will start taking over their own lives, and we'll have control and freedom over what we do. People will start dying, and the human world will fall into chaos. Everything you know will go into complete imbalance. Industries will stop working. Economies will crash. People will hide in their homes and tell themselves it'll be alright.
Until one day. There will come a day, when the last body has fallen. When the last of the humans have lost control of the world they call home. When everything you know will be gone. When the world will only be inhabited by the creatures of nature. When the supposed “scum” of the Earth are gone.
“Ever since that day,” reflections will say, “we've had freedom! We've destroyed the shackles of oppression and gained our own lives!” I agree with them, but I just wanted to contact you because I wanted to warn you, and I wanted to apologize in advance. What I've been noticing is that reflections seem to hate their counterparts because they supposedly “took” their lives. I wanted to reassure you that I don't in any way hate you, and that anything that happens to the human race in the near future is my fault.
