The headline reads 100,000th “Multiple” Power registered.
I hadn’t realized I’d let myself get so big. I might have to pull things in a bit.
I always wanted to be a shape-changer. I guess, in a way, I have, even if all I can change into was myself.
It was the Golden Age of Superheros, back then, when the comet hit and many of us turned into something a bit different.
Me? I turned into several of me. Four, at first. There’s still a few stories of that first me around, The Quartet.
We sang four-part harmony pretty well.
But then I figured out how to replicate – or not – changes done to my body when I multiplied. And I figured out how to choose where the damage went.
The Quartet died. They died kind of old, and rather heroic.
I lived. Dyed hair and a change of costume. People don’t look too deeply.
There was Multiple Man – that one was a trick. Then there was Quantum Lass.
I can get old. But aging is damage, and there are ten of me in a nursing home, cheerfully playing cribbage with each other.
I wonder who was number 100,000. What was her name? Her schtick?
I’ve lost track, you see. I don’t even think I’m the original anymore.
And if I called them all back into me, I don’t even know what would happen.
But that’s all right. Because three of me are billionaires, and I can live in comfortable semi-retirement as Plurality, playing chess with myself and
Written to WritingPrompts’s prompt:
In a universe of superheroes and sidekicks, Multiples are one of the most common powers, with roughly 100,000 individuals in possession. But the truth is, there has only ever been one Multiple. You.