The man stormed into the SwapCo offices with his paperwork contained within a folder in his arms. The receptionist certainly recognized the man from the other day.
“What can I help you with?” The receptionist asked.
“Your service is a scam!” He spat out, “I paid thousands of dollars to swap bodies with this woman. I was supposed to wake up in as her this morning. But look at me! I’m still me!”
The receptionist took the photograph and his paperwork. She looked it over for a few minutes before handing it back to him.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but everything seems to be in order here.” She explained calmly, “Your service included an add on that allowed for the person swapped with to have no knowledge or memory of their original body.”
It was like a moment of realization lit up in the man’s eyes. He had certainly remembered purchasing that option. “So I’m not actually Nolan Johnson? I’m actually Ji Ae? I just don’t have any of my own memories; I have all of his instead? Including the memories of coming in here and purchasing the swap? That’s...that’s...” The thought of all this was troubling the man.
“I’m afraid what you can piece together beyond this point is nothing I can confirm,” The receptionist continued, “It would be a clear violation of our confidentiality clauses, but you are welcome to take a seat as you come to certain conclusions on your own.”
“Thank you,” The man said as he sat down and considered everything.
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