But it wasn’t the end.
The way the vaccine worked, was it caused you to clone a boy who would be right for you, and even out the imbalance (the boy was also autistic, obviously).
But rivky had forgotten to adjust the thergolometer when she was making it, and therefore had added too much theoglympton. The vaccine didn’t stop after one clone and kept popping out more and more.
Now there were clones and clones with no girls to marry. An angry mob of autistic clones wandered the beis medrash, living on thursday night cholent and scratching their armpits menacingly at anyone who tried to bum a cigarette. They kept their cellphones even in BMG, and wore white shirts in chofetz chaim. They loitered outside shadchanim’s houses, and also Deli 52, and also the pizza shops, and also the UN building though nobody knew why.
And then the clones started cloning. And the clone clones started cloning. The beis medrash spilled out onto the streets and it was like chavrusah tumult every day. Deli 52 spilled out onto its street and it was like kapparos every day. The chofetz chaim guys spilled out into Landers and it was like tuesday night every day. The shadchanim barricaded themselves into their homes and it was like tu-b’shvat every day.
And then the cry went up “rivky, rivky, it was rivky”. What was rivky? Who was rivky? Nobody knew, except for writersoul.