The man looked at himself in the mirror and turned his head this way and that, touched his hand to his shoulder, his cheek.
Do you think the same thoughts as I do? Just as you move when I choose to? If he did then would he be a slave, the other me, fettered by some invisible world? Would I then too be a slave, the puppeteer who did not ask to be so? The man looked away from the mirror and pondered this.
But in the mirror something moved.
Five fingers, splayed, began to break through a silvery membrane.
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