Dollhouse: Do you know who you are?

Do you know who you are?

Alpha, Dude Ivy, and I have been partaking in lively debates on identity. Oooh, intriguing, right? Not so much. Not when you’re essentially arguing with yourself (but not!) and a guy with super-aggro multiple-personality disorder meshed with psycho genes. But it keeps things interesting, especially now that Leggy Ivy is gone and Man-Parts Ivy is sullen, and Trevor is just moral and sweet as apple pie!

Before one of us got wiped, the three of us Ivies would have these talks about who or what we are. We did this in part to stave off boredom and keep our neurons firing when we had to hide in the stadium from the potential threat of roaming Butchers and Wielders. We mostly do it to remind ourselves that we’re alive even if I’m not truly me in this body. Us Ivies know that we’re essentially one and the same, but we wonder at what point we diverge and become someone else. Is there a turning point marked by different unique experiences? If we shared all our experiences, would we continue to be the same person several years down the road? Does that even matter? ‘Cause Ivy and I think the same. Our logic is the same. Our desires and fears are the same. Are humans capable of changing those parts of themselves that are ten—twenty—thirty years in the making? And even then—does it matter? We all like to think of ourselves as unique, and I am. At the very least, I’ve got this body that no one else has. So I feel certain things differently than, say, a man version of me does.

I can say all of that and then feel with conviction that I’m having an identity crisis. That perhaps we all are because the world is nothing like we could have imagined. We didn’t get wiped out by some tectonic plates bumping up against one another . . . I think we’re all crisising and it’s just the nature of the game. Wow. Who knew that that comment would feel so literal . . . This does feel like a game, and we’re chess pieces moving ever closer to our enemy, Rossum, and ultimately ourselves—at least those of us who let (even helped) Rossum get as far as they did.

So do I know who I am? Yes, I’m Ivy. Programmer. Cutie. Badass. And it doesn't matter how many of me are out there. I'm Ivy. They're Ivy. We're all Ivies.

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Get Caught up on the Dollhouse Questions then go buy Issue #1:

Why Did the World Go To Hell?

Who is Alpha Now?

Where were you when the Call Came?

Who are the Butchers?

What is the Cipher?

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