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Multiples MAG

By Anonymous

We saunter down the way, peering through the food shops and hot dog stands, arguing over what to eat. I want Mexican – I’m dying for a carnitas tostada – but my assemblage hates to eat meat. They want tofu burgers or peanut stir-fry or some other disgusting display of vegetarianism. Just once, I wish I could have a grease-brimming steak smothered in ground sausage and a cup of gravy as beverage. That would be the day, though.

Another assemblage knocks into our shoulder without apology, leering at us for a moment. Then they continue urgently walking to the nearest ­office building.

“People are so rude these days,” Susan says within our head. “So bitter.”

Of course, we are just as bitter as most, especially to each other. I am bitter toward Tucker most of all. He is the part of us that ­always tries to take over the body, do all the talking, do all the deciding, everything. And then he complains when he doesn’t get his way. If he keeps it up, I’m going to demand we go to the courts to get him ­removed. Then he can go plague some other ­assemblage.

“We’re getting bean stew,” Tucker argues.

“Sorry, Tucker,” Mary says. “It’s my turn to choose.”

“No, it’s not,” his voice bully-whines. “You had us eat that vomit-soup the other day.”

“That was last week, and it was good.”

“Yeah, right.”

Arne barges in with his hunter’s voice. “She’s right, Tucker. It’s not your turn until tomorrow.”

Arne is the oldest of us, probably 40 by now. Some of the older people were put in young ­assemblages to add wisdom to the groups. Of course, each of us has a strong characteristic. I add artistic sense.

Before we were merged, I was a painter. Even as a high school student, I won dozens of awards. The teachers had me paint a mural over the graffiti-covered walls before I graduated. It was a giant crab with humans for feet. They called my style “a chaotic display of surrealism,” and everybody thought I would be a famous artist one day. But that didn’t last. After the merging, I could not paint anything. Not only were the hands I had to work with unsteady and backwards, but my assemblage couldn’t stop whining. Not one of them appreciates the creative arts.

“We’re going to the salad bar,” Mary tells us.

She was added to our assemblage because she is very left-brained. Math comes as easy to her as painting does to me. Of course, Susan is good at math too, but she’s not a mathematical genius like Mary.

Susan adds purity and religious strength. She is the one who prays for us and gives us spiritual guidance. However, religion is not supposed to be a big thing these days. We say we are Catholic, but it is only for ­Susan’s sake. She was the only one who was religious prior to merging.

We are in Susan’s body, by the way. The courts selected hers because it was the healthiest. Both Tucker and I were smokers, Mary was too hefty, and Arne was too old. Of all five of us, I’m glad we are in Susan’s body. She is like a piece of art; curvy slender features, absorbing brown eyes, platinum blond hair streaming down our back.

We go into a salad bar and let Mary take control of the arms, scooping whatever vegetables she wants onto our plate.

“Don’t get blue cheese again,” Tucker says.

“I’m getting whatever I want.”

“You like ranch. Get ranch.”

Mary says nothing, scooping shredded carrots and radishes, macaroni ­salad and pasta. When she gets to the end of the counter, she goes straight for the blue cheese. Tucker moans and resists, pulling our arm away from the bowl of creamy dressing, dribbling goo all over our front.

“You jerk,” Mary yells at him. She seizes control of the arm and dumps the spoon of chunky dressing on her salad, creating an oozing lake of white.

“Not too much,” Susan says to Mary, weight-warning as usual, wiping the cheesy slime from the shirt.

Mary takes us to a table in a dark corner, as she always does when we eat. I wonder if she was ashamed of her weight before she merged with us, always hiding in the back of restaurants so nobody would see her make a pig of herself. Now she eats salads ­instead of pizza and cake, trying to keep healthy so that we don’t get as fat as she was.

Tucker cringes as we bite into the blue cheesy ­lettuce. “How can you like this stuff?”

The eatery is mostly empty. Three bodies are in there, crunching vegetables in the stiff atmosphere. Assemblages usually don’t associate with other assemblages, talking amongst themselves instead, leaving this world a dismal, hushed place.

I wish there had been another way for humans to survive. After the drought of the twenties, our food supply could not support a population of our measure. It was either exterminate the majority of citizens or merge ­multiple people into a single body. ­Because the courts chose the latter, most people became miserable. Some think we would have been better off sacrificing our greater half. Tucker childishly jerks our hand while Mary is trying to eat.

“Don’t be so immature,” Mary says. He chuckles and does it again, causing Mary to yell outside of our head, “Stop!” The other assemblages glare at us.

“Sorry,” Arne says to them in his calm voice.

When we speak through Susan’s ­vocal chords, you can tell who is ­doing the speaking. We all speak at a different tone or variation. Arne’s is a deep version of Susan’s voice, mine is more mellow, Tucker’s is a loud and obnoxious version, and so on. I can’t imagine how she feels when she hears other people speaking through her voice – her mouth is moving, her voice is sounding, but somebody else is doing the talking. I would have gone harebrained if they chose my body. Twisted.

As Mary brings the fork to our mouth, Tucker tips it and giggles, scattering food onto our lap. She screams with our voice again, “Cut it out, jerk!”

But he just does it again on the next bite, cackling.

“Now you two stop your arguing, or we’ll take you to the courts to get you removed,” Arne says in his cool, mellow voice.

“Go ahead and take me to the courts,” she says. “I want out of this body.”

“Yeah,” Tucker says. “I want her out of here too.”

Arne says gently, “Look. We need to see a counselor for you two. You know that the courts won’t alter ­assemblages anymore unless the problem is severe. And in that case, they usually terminate the conflicting ­personality.” He falters, trying to get his thoughts in order. “We’re going to have to get used to living like this.”

We pause. Nobody knew it was ­going to be so terrible after we merged. Nobody knew there would be so much conflict. When I was a kid, I got sick of my brother because we shared a room. Well, sharing a body is a little more extreme.

“Why don’t we just be terminated?” Susan said. We all stare at our plate, frozen, surprised to hear those words come from Susan. She is too beautiful to destroy, too pure. She is our temple.

“What’s the point of living now? We’ve given up our individuality, our souls.” She shakes our head. “You ­people took over my body, took over my life. I just don’t care anymore. I can’t live like this.”

“Aren’t you afraid of going to hell?” Tucker asks.

She shrugs, shakes our head, but does not ­respond. Instead she says, “I can’t remember the last time I was happy.”

“We weren’t meant to be happy,” I say. They are startled to hear my voice in the back of our head. I usually don’t speak, remaining silent, listening to their discussions in our mind. I wonder if they forgot I was here and are just now remembering, shocked.

I continue, explaining a theory that has been in my thoughts for the past month. “We sacrificed happiness for the sake of our children’s future. The courts knew we would be miserable too, but they didn’t have a choice. The human race would have been wiped out otherwise.”

“That’s not what they said,” Mary interrupts.

“I know. They lied. They said that it would end loneliness and antisocial behavior, but they knew it wouldn’t. The only purpose left for us is to make a child, raise it, then wait to die.”

I pause, giving us a bite of salad, then say, “That was the plan they had to decrease our population without ­literally killing anyone. After we’re gone, things will be back to normal. Mankind will live on because we gave up our happiness.”

They agree with my ­theory by not speaking, glaring away from the table. The courts said that we would be more happy ­together, but it was just another illusion. I get us up, leave $10 for the food, and we go out to the street. It is flurry-cold out here, shivering in Susan’s frail skin. Our voice stutters a sigh. Everything is stale, empty as usual, so lifeless. The courts thought they had solved the overpopulation problem, but in doing so they’ve overpopulated our minds.

We decide to take a cab, the only car on the street. We don’t speak a word to the assemblage driving, ­stuttering to ourselves, dazed. And then we return to our quiet apartment, sitting numb in the dimness, alone with each other.



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Reon said...
on Feb. 10 2022 at 3:29 am
Reon, Hamilton, Waikato, Other
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This was incredible. I like the adding on detail throughout the story.

on Aug. 7 2021 at 8:03 am
Crazywolfiegirl2 PLATINUM, Kington, Other
26 articles 3 photos 284 comments

Favorite Quote:
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature—the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. —Rachel Carson

This was amazing! I loved it 🙃

IMSteel BRONZE said...
on Jul. 16 2014 at 8:27 am
IMSteel BRONZE, Wallhala, South Carolina
2 articles 0 photos 128 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Learn from Yesterday, live for Today, hope for Tomorrow&quot; - Albert Einstein<br /> <br /> &quot;Brevity is the Soul of Wit&quot; - The Which

This is an interesting idea, hooked me on the first sentence...well done. I've haven't read such an original story in a long time, this was certainly a treat. As far as grammar goes, you did a fantastic job; errors so small even I couldn't notice them. I love the way you closed the story, and the character you chose to be the narrator; the artist. Very interesting. Thanks for the read, and keep writing!

on Mar. 4 2013 at 6:02 pm
CurlyGirl17 SILVER, Corydon, Indiana
6 articles 0 photos 95 comments
I commented earlier on your story- once again, amazing job!!! You have a lot of great ideas and seem to really know your stuff when it comes to writing! I recently submitted the first chapter of my story and am waiting for it to be approved. When it's online, feel free to check it out and comment! I'd really appreciate your advice! :)

Curligirl17 said...
on Mar. 1 2013 at 10:58 pm
This story was great! I was so surprised when I realized the people were sharing the same body- you know a story is good when you discover details one at a time rather than getting an info dump. Very creative, too- I really got into it. Good job! :)

S-Wolfe BRONZE said...
on Sep. 3 2012 at 9:43 am
S-Wolfe BRONZE, Stansbury Park, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;When life gives you lemons, make chocolate milk and leave life wondering how the heck you did that.&quot; :)

I've read this over and over again, and I love it every time! The voices in my head are enough . . . I can't imagine things much worse than this. :) this is Excellent!!!!

KatsK DIAMOND said...
on Jul. 29 2012 at 3:33 pm
KatsK DIAMOND, Saint Paul, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Being inexhaustible, life and nature are a constant stimulus for a creative mind.<br /> ~Hans Hofmann<br /> You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.<br /> ~Ray Bradbury

This is seriously amazing; if it was a novel, I'd totally buy it. It flowed really well, and the descriptions were perfect. You also did a great job at story-building.

on Jul. 4 2012 at 2:24 am
j.Jaishri.a SILVER, St. Paul, Minnesota
8 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
Never Surrender.

This piece is really interesting. You've definitely stretched creativity here and explored an interesting way to do so - I like the use of food to begin delving into the world you've painted.

Alecks said...
on May. 18 2012 at 4:43 pm
wow. that was the coolest short story i can ever remember reading.

on May. 12 2012 at 12:44 pm
writer3499 GOLD, New Bedford, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;it&#039;s impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might has well not have lived at all-in which case you fail by default.&quot;<br /> -J.K.Rowling

Wow, it was so creative!!  Such a good story line and it really flowed together. Great job!

on Apr. 30 2012 at 10:28 am
_ella_herondale BRONZE, San Diego, California
4 articles 2 photos 222 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;...If the Thames that ran beside them...recalled a night where the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on the same boy and girl... and thought to themselves, &#039;at last, the wheel comes full circle,&#039; they kept their silence.&quot;

Such a creative, thoughtful, striking, and powerful piece! This was well done in all respects!! Keep writing-- awesome job!!

kyrireese GOLD said...
on Mar. 20 2012 at 9:11 am
kyrireese GOLD, Dallas, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Everything will absolutely be all right.&quot;<br /> &quot;Hold fast to dreams.&quot; - Langston Hughes

What a fantastical idea of the world. You've definantly got a creative mind! I love it. 

Kaffeine said...
on Feb. 5 2012 at 4:58 pm
Kaffeine, X, Other
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This is one of my favourite stories. Great idea, and well written!

Hilidan SILVER said...
on Feb. 1 2012 at 9:07 am
Hilidan SILVER, Istanbul, Other
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The both subject and narrative shape are very good.Well written and keep writing. :D

on Jan. 24 2012 at 4:40 pm
Calligraphic SILVER, Shavano Park, Texas
5 articles 4 photos 23 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.&quot; -Phyllis Diller

Wow! I would have never thought of a story like this, I like the narrator very much. Good job!

mc12 said...
on Jan. 3 2012 at 12:59 pm
why is it amazing

on Dec. 24 2011 at 3:29 pm
spiritiris BRONZE, Blacksburg, Virginia
4 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Writing a story is like driving through the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can get the whole way that way.&quot;<br /> ~E. L. Doctorow

This was absolutely amazing. I love how you created a whole plot behind the scene of the different personalities arguing, and it was just beautifully written. Great job!

on Dec. 19 2011 at 11:36 am
you_know_me112 BRONZE, Ventnor, New Jersey
3 articles 0 photos 2 comments
This is amazing. this should be in the paper magazine, i really hope there are more chapters to come..

on Nov. 27 2011 at 7:19 pm
this was absolutely amazing. please write more!

Rhinos SILVER said...
on Nov. 27 2011 at 6:52 am
Rhinos SILVER, Saigon, Other
5 articles 0 photos 8 comments
a war with the soul, narrative is your voice, show but don't tell, a wonderful example