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Interrupt if I've already written this one before. Ohh, I know you wont, so I'll go ahead anyway.

The Greeks tell us of a certain Narcissus. A handsome prince (of course!) who'd never seen his image. Goes to a lake to drink water, sees his reflection, is infatuated with it. Keeps staring at the reflection until he dies of thirst.

There's an alternate interpretation, and it's slightly more disturbing. Narcissus has an identical twin, who he falls in love with. The love is reciprocated. Incest happens, discovery, and then suicide.

We're all like Narcissus in our small ways-- we like looking at ourselves, and thinking about ourselves, and worrying about ourselves. and living for ourselves. They say those who like to write/indulge themselves in the creative arts are even more so-- they're the people who want to make copies and versions of themselves and distribute them around. No, sorry, not distribute--sell-- and sue you if they find you pirating them. You know the shazam.

So one day you wake up, and your concept of self has disappeared. You don't worry about you anymore. Rather your self-perception has changed-- instead of seeing yourself as that tiny and frail human being sleeping in the medical pod, you see yourself as the big-blue creature. Very expensive too. You won't be blue, and you won't have a tail that could be used for highly controversial acts, but you will be someone different from the one who went to bed with you.

It's a good thing, really. Imagine the possibilities.