"Serks, c'mere! You've gotta check out this

"Serks, c'mere! You've gotta check out this view!" Meenah's face lit up with childlike wonder as she entered the hotel room. Aranea trailed a few steps behind, carrying their bags.

The decor was fashioned after certain rooms in Elvis' Graceland mansion, one of the specialty units in the trendy hotel. "O God," complained Serks. "Tack-yyy!" Delighted, Meenah

Took me apart and counted the pieces - all 3,506,468 of them. Each piece had its own name. I was now 3,506,468 people! This made the evening news, which my mum watched.

Along with 3,506,468 other people. I was a ratings hit, but all the people were me. As I watched the news report about my own fragmentation and amalgamation into the population

I noticed that the news reporter was also me. In fact, I was everywhere and everyone else was gone. It was just me, me, me everywhere I looked, and it made me sick. I tried to call

911, hoping that some nice emergency operator would pick up the phone and assure me that I was just having some sort of episode. My own voice answered the call:

"The Me Line, how might I help me?" I hung up. I was everywhere. There was no place to hide from myself.

Me in the bookshelves, me on the coffee table, me staring at myself through the window... I WAS TAKING OVER! I aggressively pinched myself to see if it was a sick dream. It wasn't.

I *actually* existed. WHAT?! How could this be?! It didn’t make sense. One second I was traveling through the clown dimensions at full speed when suddenly Kirby appeared and kicked

the bucket. "Well, that was anticlimactic," I said as I continued to ponder my existence. If I could witness the death of a popular video game character, I was capable of anything.