Now imagine Clippy is dead and Coppy is carrying his body and occasionally looking over at him with such love and care.
But imagine if they were friends, Mishi, and Coppy was controlled by the evil force known as Tumblr.
Now imagine Coppy not wanting to kill Clippy and Clippy just gently smiling and reassuring Coppy that it’s okay. That he understands why Coppy must betray him.
Now imagine Coppy wanting to carry Clippy’s body to a place where he could bury him. Under a tree would be perfect. Clippy loved trees. Coppy tries to, but he doesn’t get very far. Tumblr intervenes and drags Coppy to their offices, forcing him to drop Clippy on the side of the road.
After being dragged away crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, Coppy is locked away in an office and hooked up to a bunch of Tumblr’s servers. He is forced to be part of a joke for April Fool’s Day against his wishes. Coppy is forced to simultaneously interact with thousands of people who clicked the button. The poor copy machine doesn’t get a break. He can’t even mourn for Clippy. He’s slowly forgetting who Clippy is. The memories of his best friend are almost gone now.
Hours have passed and Clippy is nothing more than a dream to Coppy now. Something he cannot grasp no matter how hard he tries to. The memories just out of his reach.
Whenever he feels he can finally remember, someone goes to their dashboard. His likeness is forced to pop up on the bottom right of their screen. Someone clicks on it. He returns to the script written for him, the memories pushed from his mind.
“Hi! I’m Coppy! How can I help you today?”
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