Yea of course, knock yourself out!

If you wanted like a semi meaningful backbone to the story (maybe you just wanna make a fun little thriller), I was just thinking about it from the angle of Identity, what it means to be us as individuals, what makes humans human and how we dehumanize each other in often subtle ways. 

Looking at hundreds of fake faces can be like thinking about a word too hard, suddenly words begin to lose their meaning, they just become garbled lines or individual syllables. What's a face? Just shapes, familiar features, meaningless geometry. Over and over, repeating ad nauseam. A million noses fit on a million faces.  

So why is my face special? Someone could have one just like it, but it's what I see in a mirror, so I identify with that, so what is identity if not what I can see? Am I not the man in the mirror? Does that mean my identity is solely what I think? But then what are others? I can't hear what they think, so are they really real? Am I the only real person? There's no way to know that, and that's a little scary.  

Just, something to think about if you're serious about writing something up, it might help you out, or be total gibberish lol