A higher dimensional being has a bad first day at work and you get to meet every other version of your self.

It is an uremarkable morning, and you start to make toast. You press the button with a click, and then you are standing in a vast, mirrored room pulsing with glowing light that...seems to have too many dimensions?

You hear voices and movement and then you see...hundreds? Thousands? Of other people? Not other people. Not OTHER people. You, and all of the other you, in every body you could have inhabited, with every life you could have lived, realize at once, that you are all the same person.

"Whoops, okay ha ha! Wow, okay!" A high pitched voice crackles from the ceiling "Okay, hold on, I uh...I changed a permission setting somewhere and something happened to your...to your consciousness interface."

"I'm gonna try something that- ok, oh. Ok. No, that's not gonna. Okay. This may take a little while, although there's not technically time passing...okay, just you know, talk among yourselves. Yourself, heh."

Then the voice is gone. You turn to the body to your left, a short woman with tattoed hands, and experience the feeling of being looked at by yourself.

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