Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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the water, and here I am now in my truck's cab, the scribbler of Ambleside Beach.<br />
* * *<br />
It's an hour later and I'm still sitting in the truck.<br />
I wish I could be as innocent as I was at six, the way I felt just briefly while talking with Demi, but that's<br />
childish. I wish humans were better than we are, but we're not. I wish I knew how bad I could become. I<br />
wish I could get a printout that showed me exactly how susceptible I was to a long list of sins. Gluttony:<br />
23 percent susceptible. Envy: 68 percent susceptible. Lust: 94 percent susceptible. That kind of thing.<br />
Oh God, it's religion all over again; it's my father's corrosive bile percolating through my soil and tickling<br />
my taproot. Be as pious as you want, people are slime, or, as my father might say, we're all slime in the<br />
eyes of God. It's the same thing. And even if you decided to fight the evil, to attain goodness or religious<br />
ecstasy, not much really changes. You're still stuck being you, and you was pretty much decided long<br />
before you started asking these questions.<br />
Maybe clones are the way out of all of this. If Reg is against them, that means they're probably a good<br />
idea. And as a clone, you pop off the assembly line with an owner's manual written by the previous you -<br />
a manual as helpful as the one that accompanies a 1999 VW Jetta. Imagine all the crap this would save<br />
you - the wasted time, the hopeless dreams. I'm going to really think about this: an owner's manual for<br />
me.<br />
* * *<br />
It's midnight. I cut short my evening with my barfly construction buddies. We shot a few buckets of balls<br />
at the Park Royal driving range, then had a few beers, but I just couldn't bring myself to continue. Writing<br />
this document has taken a firm grip of me.<br />
Here's an overview of what happened after the Delbrook Massacre.<br />
The fact that I'd never met the three gun wielders didn't seem to matter. In published transcripts of<br />
interviews with the police, on the morning of the event I was "agitated." I walked "cavalierly" out of chem<br />
class without so much as a nod to the teacher. I was seen having an "emotional confrontation" with<br />
Cheryl. I "assaulted, drew blood from, and gave a concussion to" Matt Gursky from Youth Alive! I also<br />
assaulted Mr. Kroger "with seeming forethought," and I "seemingly knew to enter the cafeteria just after<br />
Cheryl Anway had been shot."<br />
I think the public was desperate for cause and effect. At first glance, I suppose I'd probably be<br />
suspicious of me, too, and I'm pretty sure it was my father's bizarre reaction to the news that got police to<br />
thinking about me - from a hero to a suspect. Whatever the cause, the morning after the shootings I saw<br />
my yearbook photo on the front of the paper with the headlinemastermind?<br />
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