STORY STARTER
You work in a busy office and come in late one day. Sitting at your desk is someone who looks identical to you, dressed in your clothes, and nobody has noticed anything is wrong...
Good Riddance
The poor sucker has taken over my life.
Good, he can have it. I’ve sat my fat ass in that same seat every monday-friday (minus holidays of course) for the last 5 years. From here I can see the countless coffee ring stains on the white vinyl of the desk. I was late anyways, so the early bird gets the worm it seems. (The worm is rotten, spoiler alert!)
I pivot on my heels and am facing the double doors to the office in two shakes of a lambs tail. Should I teach the fake me how to work the copier so it doesn’t jam? How to ass kiss el jefe so he doesn’t end up RIF’d? Do I still get to collect his paycheck? Will he come home and fuck my wife later? I’m locking the door when I get home.
Thinking positive, this is really an ideal stroke of luck! I’m still a little hungover from Sunday funday anyways and the fake me seems more chipper. I avoid the confusion of being seen as I push through the doors. As I suspected, everyone is too far up their own asses to notice I’ve duplicated.
Freedom.