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Friday, July 5, 2024

The Domes

Brian looked at the odd chair at the end of the row in the waiting area. As he sat down, the seat automatically reclined while putting his feet up. A dome lowered over his head; it felt warm and soothing; it began to play gentle music. Brian felt at peace, and he was pretty sure he could get used to this sort of amenity.

He was rudely taken out of the experience by someone shaking him roughly and pulling up the dome.

“What the hell, man?” He asked before looking at the face of the person who had taken him out of the experience. It was his own face. He asked again, “What the hell? Who are you?”

“Well, I’m guessing I’m you,” His body replied, “And you’re me.”

“I’m what now?” Brain was still a little steeped in bliss from the dome. It was difficult for him to acknowledge he was now in a body that wasn’t his own, but it was slowly sinking in.

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