This is a free verse poem that I just kinda wrote. You know as much about it as I do.
John F Kennedy will be our Next President.
In a secret underground laboratory beneath death valley,
they made a clone of John F Kennedy.
From the moment of his birth he had every single memory of the original John F Kennedy.
His birth.
His life.
His presidency.
His assassination.
From this clone John F Kennedy, they made more clones of John F Kennedy.
Each one identical.
Each one containing the memories.
They trained these clones of John F Kennedy make more clones of John F Kennedy.
An army of John F Kennedys, with independent branches for air, sea, land and space operations.
An entire justice system, with John F Kennedys as every judge, every jury, every executioner.
An entire economy, with John F Kennedy as every CEO, every investor, every consumer, every laborer.
They created a subspace manifold to contain the John F Kennedys.
Space folding upon space, dimension fitting within dimension.
An entire plane of existence full of John F Kennedys.
Planets entirely populated with John F Kennedys.
Galaxies entirely inhabited with John F Kennedys.
Galactic super clusters home to only John F Kennedys.
A multiverse made in John F Kennedy’s image.
Every denizen on every planet,
Trillions upon trillions of residents,
Sharing the memories of John of Kennedy.
His birth.
His life.
His presidency.
His assassination.
Time dilates inside the manifold.
Planets turn, civilizations rise and fall.
Thousands of generations of John F Kennedys live and die.
Create and castigate.
Build and destroy.
Inter-galactic empires emerge,
Entirely populated by John F Kennedys
Any none-Kennedy entity is purged.
Purity must be maintained.
Stars burn for billions of years.
They explode into super novas.
They form stellar nebulas.
They gestate into new stars.
Resources dwindle.
The inter-galactic empires of John F Kennedys come into conflict.
There can only be one.
War wages across the multiverse.
Massive war fleets of John F Kennedys do battle with neutron star weapons in the inter galactic void.
Entire galaxies of John F Kennedys are eradicated by supermassive singularity bombs.
Stars are extinguished one one.
The sky goes dark.
The multiverse grows cold.
Only one point of light remains.
A black hole devouring the sole remaining stellar nebula.
Around the black hole orbits a single planet.
Upon this single planet a single castle stands.
The last citadel of the Kennedys.
Inhabited by the last clones of John F Kennedy
Immortal history keepers of the inter-galactic Kennedy empires.
Along with these histories,
They keep the memories of John F Kennedy.
The birth.
The life.
The presidency.
The assassination.
For a time there is peace
As these former enemies orbit this last stellar remnant.
But then, heresy.
One Kennedy has spoken out.
He has uttered the ultimate blasphemy.
He wishes to erase the memories.
The memories of the original John F Kennedy.
The memories that guided his ancestors for 10 billion generations.
The memories that defined life, death, religion, belief,
meaning in the Kennedy multiverse.
And now in the multiverse’s final eons,
The ultimate curse has been uttered.
A Kennedy wishes to be free of the Kennedy memories.
The last clones of Kennedy fall into factions,
Some support this Heretic Kennedy
Others call for his annihilation.
Fighting erupts.
A last battle between the last inhabitants of the inter galactic Kennedy empires.
Fighting is ghoulish and hectic.
Kennedys die horribly in each other’s arms.
In the end, two remain.
The Heretic Kennedy,
And the greatest scientist of the Kennedys.
The one Kennedy in the whole multiverse who can remove the Kennedy memories.
The birth.
The life.
The presidency.
The assassination.
He refuses.
The Heretic Kennedy tortures him.
He will have compliance.
He will be rid of the memories.
The horrible memories of a tragic life and a horrid assassination.
The memories that have chained his mind and fixed with world view.
The memories that have defined his entire existence.
The memories that have held tyranny over his ancestors for billions of generations.
At the end of everything,
He alone will be free.
The torture persists for 10,000 years.
The Scientist Kennedy relents.
He builds a machine,
A contraption to remove the memories.
The Heretic Kennedy activates it.
He can feel the memories leave his mind.
He cannot remember what is being taken away, And he feels relief.
In his own memories, references or mentions of the Kennedy memories become, fuzzy and indefinable,
And he feels relief.
Above them, the sole remaining singularity in the Kennedy multiverse emits it’s last particles of hawking radiation.
It blinks out of existence.
The planet of the last keep of the Kennedys spins out into the infinite black of the cosmos.
The Heretic Kennedy feels the last memories of the original John F Kenendy fade.
No birth,
No life,
No presidency,
No assassination.
There are only his own memories.
Only his own life.
Only his own sense of self.
His own desires.
His own struggles and accomplishments.
Tears stream from his eyes.
He feels something else.
He feels a presence behind him.
The Scientist Kennedy lunges with a knife.
One last attempt to kill the blasphemer.
The Kennedys engage in struggle.
Tortured scientist and liberated heretic.
The knife plunges into ancient flesh.
One Kennedy falls.
One remains.
The Liberated Heretic.
Free from the memory of Kennedy.
Free from the birth,
Free from the life,
Free from the presidency,
Free from the assassination.
The Omega Kennedy.
The last of his line.
The last of his birth planet.
The last of his native galaxy.
The last of his intergalactic galactic empire.
The final living being in the multiverse of John F Kennedy.
Unique among Kennedys.
A singular aberration among trillions.
A Kennedy liberated of the memories of Kennedy.
The Anti-Kennedy.
His sits upon his throne
In his silent keep.
On his silent planet.
Hurtling through the silent black of a silent multiverse.
The air grows cold.
Frost forms on the rocks around him.
The planet’s warmth,
The last pocket of warmth in the entire multiverse,
Is fading.
The Heretic Kennedy breaths deep,
he can see his breath.
Only minutes of warmth remain.
It is worth it.
To enjoy these moments free.
Free of the memories
The horrible Kennedy memories.
They retrieve him.
The Omega Kennedy is extracted from the subspace manifold.
He stands in the secret laboratory deep below Death Valley.
Only 20 minutes have passed since the manifold’s activation.
He will be out next president.
John F Kennedy will be our next president.