Too Much of Me
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My dad needed an assistant for his duplication machine, and being the daughter who always sought his praise, I volunteered. We hooked up little nodules to a potato, in the hopes of creating a duplicate of it. When nothing happened, my father kept increasing the power, but finally, he decided it was time to call it quits. I went to remove the wires, and heard him shout no as I touched them. I heard a loud rattle, and turned just in time to see his machine send out a glowing pulse that went throughout the house. Then the machine exploded. “Denise? Denise are you okay?” I awoke to my own face looking down anxiously at me. “Denise, it’s me. It’s Dad.” After determining that I was okay, he went on to explain that his machine had made everyone in a 5 mile radius turn into an identical copy of me. I couldn’t believe it, and I raced upstairs and found two other me’s sitting on the couch. One gave me a worried expression, so, my mom, and the other looked up from his phone long enough to shoot daggers at me, so that was obviously my snarky brother Jayden. He was busy texting his girlfriend a few houses down what had happened, and she was at our house a few minutes later laughing at the whole thing. Most people affected assumed my dad would be able to fix it quickly, but it’s been a few weeks now and no progress has been made. People have begun to acclimate though, and I think I’m the only person really offended by what I see other people doing with my body, especially the people in my own home. I just walked into the bathroom and saw my brother and his girlfriend taking a shower together. “Relax,” my brother say. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” As if I haven’t heard that joke a million times by now. “You do know how wrong this looks!” I yell, as my brother smirks and begins soaping up his girlfriend’s body, which looks exactly like MY body. I watch them kiss, two identical versions of my mouth coming together as my brother’s hand keeps exploring. “You can stay and watch,” his girlfriend finally said. “Or you can join. It shouldn’t be a big deal, cause we’re all you. It’ll be a selfcest threeway.” I left and slammed the door in disgust, hearing the sounds of my own voice laughing at my departure, and then the inevitable moaning. Dad had better fix this soon!