Fang Talks

No fun allowed.

Doppelgänger, doubles, clones. In this sea of humans, surely one would be able to match Two.

It should’ve been the most ordinary trip, a generic vacation to some not-yet-urbanized place. To see the sights, that rare natural beauty, and feel the thrill of adventure. And that’s what it was, until it wasn’t. Until they were staring at themselves, staring at each other. Until it was no longer ordinary.

‘Are you…’ Their timing made for a cacophony, like there was a nearly instant echo. One raised his hand and pointed. Prompted, the other spoke. ‘Are you… me?’
‘We both don’t know.’ he whispered.
‘Fuck.’ Euphony.
‘No.’ One broke their synchronization. ‘Of course you’re not me. What’s your name?’
‘Dave Duchell?’
‘God damnit.’ He threw his arms up in the air. ‘God fucking damnit. Why do you seem so honest?’
There was a sense of trust neither wanted to admit. ‘Maybe because I am?’

A silence, quickly lifted. ‘Let me guess, you study neuron-oriented programming?’
‘Only sorta close,’ he delighted. ‘Bio-hardware.’
‘Teelon University?’
‘Hah, no way! Savvy Student Society though?’
‘Yeah.’ he sighed, slightly disappointed.
‘Let me see your right hand,’ he gestured. ‘Do you have that scar?’

This is going to go somewhere I swear. (next)
~ Fang


  • 01/11/2016 (5:44 PM)

    Did you just drop ‘euphony’ in a story? Major fist bump.

  • 29/10/2016 (6:05 AM)


    Good stuff.

  • 29/10/2016 (3:16 AM)

    It’ll be interesting if this does go somewhere. Everyone has a doppleganger. You’ve taken that concept to a different level.

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