Mertyr — Pascale Potvin
Every time that the ocean ejects from my mouth, you don’t know what to do except to call my brother. He takes his own look, gives the medical opinion that I am mother earth’s martyr and that I should go on national television to say we’ll all die within a half century. Every time, I get stage fright—or seasickness, maybe—and via our toilet I throw the salt seawater back into itself.
There is an investigation into the cloning and the incest.