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'Everything that happened to us, is happening now or will happen is predetermined by just such a question, because we know that in every logical reasoning over its statement there is a large part of the answer. The rest depends on experience, improvisation and the desire to appear unique.

But it is also true that each of us is truly unique. We are unique, our every action and even inaction is the result of the addition of a huge amount of experience, desires, beliefs, spoken aloud and meaningful in private. '

After class, I went out of town, to a small building on the outskirts, for a part-time job. They paid decently, enough not to need a scholarship. My classmate said that last year he went to watch vidos and received easy money for it. After a couple, I treated him to a beer and he gave me contacts, the next day I called but they told me that this year they are no longer looking for candidates. The first month I still skipped pairs, but in the second I realized that I could watch as many vidos as I wanted on popular services, but I would not receive payment for this work. Then one day they called me and said that the place was vacated, and they took me at the first social security appointment, the only requirement was to come at least three times a week, otherwise everything would end and I might not come back. At first it was very unusual, but over time I got used to it.

I sat there from two hours and had to watch the monitors with guys and girls. Some of them were always dressed in light clothes, while others often wore dark clothes. The ceilings of the rooms in which they were kept were high, so that they could only be heard if someone was directly under the cell. Sometimes their voices sounded familiar to me, as if I had seen them on a TV show or program. The strange thing was that these were ordinary guys, like my peers and I sometimes wondered who they were and what they did. Maybe it was some kind of sect, or an anonymous club, or a bunch of unsuccessful actors who always forget where the camera is. There was no particular interest, so by tamer I got up and left.

From their conversations, I heard that although they cannot leave, they are not there for long and that it will end soon. Sometimes it was frankly boring, everyone gets along with everyone, couples whisper too quietly about obscenities, guys play basketball on a special court (which, frankly, does not interest me), girls knit crochet and knitting or read books. A couple of times everyone got together to watch a movie on a projector. A couple of weeks later, the employer said that we should try to walk more often, and I was only glad, because now I could earn every day!

The next time I came, everyone was doing their usual business, everything looked the same. I dozed off a little and the timer woke me up, and I began to get ready to go home, but my attention was attracted by one monitor on which something was happening. Several guys stood and more people came slowly. There were two guys in the spotlight, one in a white T-shirt, the other in a black one.

They obviously did not share something with each other and discussed loudly, judging by the conversation, they were already switching to personal hostility and the situation was aggravated by the increasing attention of the public, which mainly consisted of white (T-shirts). They tried to calm down the guys, one came up, put his hand on the shoulder of his brother in color, tried to 'pull it out', slightly turned it to the side, convinced that it was not worth it, but at one point the guy in the black T-shirt got furious, pounced on the white one and applied several blows to the face.

Falling to the floor, they grappled and at that moment the crowd pulled them apart and the offended, spewing loud curses in sound and meaning, left the screens with the help of friends who wanted to stop the nonsense. It seemed to me that both of them shouldn't have been rude, and what definitely shouldn't have been done was to go with their fists and turn misunderstandings into enmity. They could clearly agree that everyone is wrong in something and shake hands. I sat for another ten minutes, watching the girlish advice of different colors, which tried to look like nothing had happened, but it was clear that now they were alarmed.

The next day, everything did not look so easy, there was a distance between white and black. Whites looked more carefree than blacks. In essence, they behaved the same way, only now they all wore tinted glasses.

In the premises, it became more often seen that guys and girls in black T-shirts were cleaning, washing dishes, painting walls, peeling off peeling paint, collecting garbage and less and less doing their usual idleness. Passers-by in white T-shirts sympathetically gave recommendations to workers on how to optimize work processes, for which they were rewarded with silent ridicule and outrageous antics when they left. The worker caste was indignant and the fuse of the bomb was lit.

In the meantime, my academic performance deteriorated greatly, because there was enough money to spend carefree evenings with friends, and the employer contacted me again and offered to earn even more, only this time I will be inside. Many people told me that next year I would have more chances to pass my subjects, the salary for the new position seemed decent and I agreed. - Overseer. I can convince the guys to behave with restraint. - Decently thoughtful, I answered.

This was the answer to the question after a brief immersion in the meaning of what was happening. I was told that this is not a performance, but an experiment with ordinary students from another city, and its participants are divided into two groups, one watching the other to keep order. They said not to speak out loud about the experiment and try to get used to the role. I was given glasses, white clothes, and I went downstairs, under the lenses of the cameras.

I was met by my white colleagues, we exchanged pleasantries, got to know each other, and then I started to tremble: I had never seen their faces and, looking at one of the guards for a long time, noticed that if I had a twin brother, I would look exactly the same. - And you and I are somewhat similar - I told him. - We are you. -- In terms of? - with a smile and a sense of the obvious asburd of the situation, I looked into the faces of others. They were all alike. All my brothers. - Are you all my brothers? - We are all clones. - responded, standing nearby. -- 'What's going on here?' - I said aloud, feeling the obvious slip of reality from consciousness. It was getting dark before my eyes, I sat down to recover. - My clones? But why?

One of them came closer to me and, smiling slightly, explained: - We are all clones of each other, we were created at one moment on the mold of the consciousness of one person about a year ago. He had one life, now it is as much as we are. We do not know what the goal is, but specifically our task is to keep an eye on the others. - And the rest ... too? - Yes, the prisoners are clones of the same person. We have the same interests and tastes, but at different times. - But if we are all the same, why do you behave with them as if they are somehow worse than you? Don't you want to live in peace with them? Do privileges change anything? - We were appointed to supervise. If you help us, everything will be fine. If you defend them, you will join them. We have our own party here, and we were not expecting new ones. “How am I going to join them if I’ve been appointed an overseer like you?” - Do you see someone here who gave you the privilege?

I didn’t notice, but recently they were given truncheons, but they didn’t give me one, apparently they forgot. They were inspired by the power now available to them. A little difference, a butterfly effect, and things could be different.

Dimas, november 2021 г.