Flash Fiction: Double

“Did we…”

“Did we…”

“Yes, I think we—”

“Did.”

“This is—”

“This is awkward.”

“Well, I mean once—”

“We do this for a few more seconds…”

“…We should break off from each other because—”

“Our experiences aren’t the same forever.”

“So, we should—”

“Break the loop in no time at all.”

“I propose, to speed it up…”

“Yeah, just thought the same exact thing.”

“Well, duh. I was—”

“Thinking the same thing.”

“Which we—”

Just thought.”

“Okay, on one, two—”

“It’s unnecessary to count. We have the same—”

“Speed? I know that.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Habit?”

“Fine.”

“We appear to already have some differences going—however small.”

“We did even before, cosmetically.”

“Yeah, I have no idea why that is. Or what that symbol even means.”

“By-product I imagine.”

“Must be.”

“So…?”

“What now? Not sure. All the media, on every planet, has warnings about how this can go wrong. We shouldn’t try to—”

“Make up time for each other? Or double our production? Or fight? Or fuck? Or kill each other?”

“Well, that takes off all the usual ideas. What’s the point of doubles of oneself then?”

“I don’t know any more than you do. And yet, we did this. We made copies.”

“Which we should not make a bunch more of either, that would lead to some sort of horrible situation as well.”

“A war, a slaughter. A cleansing.”

“You keep bringing up violence.”

“I think we are a violent person.”

“Perhaps that’s where we defer.”

“Perhaps.”

“I’m not sure I’m happy with that. What does that mean about you? An evil clone? Should I kill you?”

“You’re asking me?”

“Well, I am talking to myself.”

“Try it. I have a theory.”

“Um…okay—”

Bang-BANG-ZAP

“Huh, lasers meeting in mid-air. What are the odds?”

“The same as being an exact copy of each other.”

“I don’t think that math holds up, not at all.”

“Probably true. I don’t think we can break the loop then. Because that should not happen if we have fully divided.”

“That makes me a violent person though.”

“That makes me a peaceful person, then. This is unprecedented. Science-wise.”

“Duh.”

“Duh.”

“I know of one way we can for sure break the loop.”

“What?”

“The talking thing.”

“We already tried that.”

“Yeah, but what if…okay, bear with me now?”

“What is—oh.”

“Yeah, so shut up, I am going to keep talking and talking and talking, and I am not going to let you get a word in edgewise, and I am one ugly motherfucker, and you smell like you just emerged from a vat with your socks off you—”

Slam.

“Ha! You hit me!”

“But you hit me.”

“Yes, but we both hit each other and not each other’s fist. That means we have our directions somewhat different now. I got you annoyed enough to break the loop. Right and left.”

“But we’re left handed.”

“Yeah, but I had the thought to use the other hand, and you didn’t.”

“Nice!”

“Yeah, I know, finally—Wait!”

BANG-BANG-CRUNCH-CRASH

“Ow…fuck…hearts only on one side, bastard. Media also said never to trust a copy of oneself.”

Special thanks to: Bob GerkinCollin PearmanDylan AlexanderJerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd. 

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