You are standing in a room. It is big enough — or so you think. Some other people are there as well. Some multiply, but after a while, they vanish into thin air. And that’s fine.
[You will vanish as well some time. That’s how it goes.]
You have a lot a friends.
There’s Francis, who takes care of the (excellent) food. Daisy, who is the best cleaning lady in the world. John, who is a safety expert. John B (we didn’t came up with a more original name), who takes care of the guests. The Hendersons, who do stuff we don’t understand, but rumor says they are very good at it. Pat, our very own personal trainer. Henry, who basically conducts our rhythm. The sewer guys. And let’s not forget Sigmund, our shrink. He is very important (but crazy).
Finally, of course, there’s Cynthia — she is the main designer.
This company is running well.
But then there’s Chad.
He is the new guy, and we don’t understand him.
He multiplies at a different rate, and whatever Daisy, John, John B and the sewer guys try — even with the help of the Hendersons and Cynthia — no copies disappear. And John doesn’t make a sound.
It’s getting crowded in here.
Francis has been feeling sick for a while, because too many Chads are pushing him aside. He can’t move anymore. Francis is stuck.
We have not seen Pat for a while. And Cynthia is heaving headaches.
And still more Chads are coming. And the room is almost full.
[We don’t know what to do.]
When John rings the alarm bell, sometimes he is too late.
The swollen lymph nodes are noticed, but there’s a lot of Chads now. And after more medical examinations, it appears that Chad has reached the bones. There are thousands of them now. Millions — even more.
And they are copying at an exponential rate. John, John B and Cynthia are completely outnumbered. The Chads are pushing against every wall. And the building cannot hold on much longer. Pat has been crushed a couple of days ago.
We get help from external resources (thanks to Cynthia), but even they cannot stop Chad.
And he has reached the liver now.
The building is turning yellow. Cynthia is slowly getting poisoned, and is also slowing down. Sigmund is trying to help us, but he is suffering from severe panic attacks at an accelerated rate. He knows something that we don’t
And now Sigmund does not say a word anymore. Because you have three weeks left.
After the lymph nodes alarm, the breast cancer diagnosis, the bone metastasis news, and the liver metastasis disaster, you are all done with.
You don’t see the future anymore because Sigmund is dead, and because you have no future.
Within days you will be gone, and not even Cynthia can help you anymore.
Because in the end the Math became easy —
Chad is everywhere.
SOURCES: Google images.
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