“Have you come any closer to figuring out to transform yourself back to normal?” She asked what she thought was her husband, “Quite honestly, it’s weird to see another version of me running about the house.”
“Why do you assume I’m the copy?” The other woman responded, equally believing her to be the original.
“Because you are. When your machine turned you into a copy of me, I let you wear my clothes and everything, but you were supposed to be fixing it to get back to your own self, not play psychological games with me.”
“That’s not the way I remember it.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re the one who invented the machine that turned YOU into a copy of ME. And I’ve been lending you MY clothes.”
“So, we both think...and that means there’s no one even able to fix the machine...even if we could figure out WHO should go back to that life...”
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