Too Mutch
Assuming my aunts and uncles continued the family tradition, it would be mathematically sound to reason that by now the Polish-Ukrainian ghetto of Winnipeg's North End is peopled entirely by my doppelgangers.* What a Utopia that must be!
One day, in the not-too-distant future, a blood-dimmed tide of Grahams will wash over the land, bringing peace and unity to all the nations of the world – terrible, homogeneous unity. And when, at last, all hope has been crushed beneath their size 11 jackboots, when every stranger is a mirror, when the world truly speaks with one voice, then and only then will the blank, blue-eyed gaze of Humanity turn upwards to gaze hungrily on distant stars.
-Graham
*Distinguishable from me only by their lack of Scot-Irish ancestry. And money.
