now the fake was better than the original , subsuming it , a changeling reality , constantly devouring and disgorging itself , no longer sure of where or what it was , at which point in the eating or puking cycle , whether this was an accurate re-creation or a poor verisimilitude , ironically void of anything imitable , as the original was no more , usurped by a copy inferior inasmuch as it was born not a larva but an imago , and therefore had never been a pupa .