the dream

the chrysler building will be mine. the lower floors are for rent. two, maybe three office floors are dedicated to my employees. the top floor is my living space. in a separate workspace, i have fifty, maybe sixty clones of myself. they are my employees too. and about forty more are scattered around other parts of the world, getting fat salaries plus per diems. 

the clones put the files on my computer into the appropriate folders and just tell me "this is over here." most of the clones listen to music with headphones all day. they find a random album from here or there, listen to it all day to see if there's a good song. then some of them get girlfriends. they date them for a few months to see if she is suitable for me. they tests thier hypergamy. he reports the most suitable one to me. that's how i marry my wife. 

some of them read books all day. the non-clone translators on the lower floor read completely different books they found from here and there. one in dutch, one in zeelandic. one in urdu. then they translate them into turkish and pass them to the clones. fifty clones might not be enough. make it two hundred clones. five floors of offices in total. the very bottom floor is for software developers. they make custom software just for me. they aren't clones. me and my clones don't learn software. they are the most qualified developers from silicon valley. they save me from windows. if there's a program i need to use, they decompile it or whatever. i don't know. and i don't really need much of a mobile operating system. i use a keypad phone. one corner is just for when i call them, like those fbi-cia rooms, computers everywhere. a place like that. if there's something i need to research on the internet, they research it and explain it to me. like, if someone writes on whatsapp, they inform me, and i say "tell them this and this." it's like siri, but a whole room full of people. 

my clones also prepare a playlist for me every week. they all listen to a selected number of tracks together and add them to the playlist. then they automatically upload it to my phone. 

even if i'm walking on the street, a vito is always following me. it has everything inside that i might need. but i'd feel uncomfortable, these working-class men trailing behind me like slaves. so no vito. or actually, yes vito. i pay them really good money. but there's no hierarchy between us. i call them bro, and they call me bro. 

at the same time, one group reads only non-fiction. they do tailoring. they work in all sorts of jobs and learn the tricks of the trade. on weekdays, i go visit them. i work alongside them. they teach me when i need help. 

when i get off work, listening to my perfect playlist, i return to my building by bus. i read my books curated just for me, fluent, perfectly translated, containing only words i know or a level of old turkish words that i won't mind learning. we watch a movie that has already been pre-watched for me so it's guaranteed not to be boring but also not mindless, alongside a life partner who is perfectly suited for me. i am happy at the top of my building. but my two hundred clones are less happy. but they are still happier than i am right now. they have jobs. they work in a place with wall-to-wall carpets. their salaries are swollen. they get to listen to the songs from the playlists chosen for me. they read the best books in the world. they watch the best songs and movies in the world. there are plenty of friends to do good for them. some are tailors, some are furniture makers, some are in brazil. can they form friendships among themselves? i don't know. they could, but with which one? they are all almost identical. everything they say to each other would sound so banal. i don't know. i had never imagined it this far before.