Post by madrox on Jun 14, 2006 14:34:42 GMT -5
Jamie Madrox had been studying in the Institute’s library for two hours now, and he already knew how to fluently say “My, what lovely weather we are having” in ten different languages. It was one of the first statements printed in all of the textbooks he had read, one of the first to be learned. Jamie figured it was because there were few ways to respond to “My, what lovely weather we are having”: either the weather was nice or it wasn’t. There was no obscurity to the statement, no need for the speaker to further explain what he was trying to say. It was a good statement to first learn, but Jamie knew that working for the government would require him to talk about more than just weather conditions.
“Come on guys; let’s cram for one more hour.” Jamie said to the hand full of identical copies of himself. He heard one groan in protest.
“Will you give us a break?” The Copy yelled, “I mean, I’m tired of reading Russian!”
“Hey, keep your voice down. This is a library!” Another Copy sheepishly replied.
“Bite me, you nancy boy.” The first Copy barked.
Naturally, Jamie wasn’t alone in his studying endeavor. He had made five identical copies of himself, called dupes, who shared a connection with him. Each had a different language textbook in their hands, which they had been studying for the past hour. The dupes before had already been reabsorbed, and with them, Jamie gained their knowledge. But as Jamie, the real Jamie, sat in his chair looking around at the five other dupes sitting at the table, he wondered if it all was worth the annoyance.
“Come on guys; let’s cram for one more hour.” Jamie said to the hand full of identical copies of himself. He heard one groan in protest.
“Will you give us a break?” The Copy yelled, “I mean, I’m tired of reading Russian!”
“Hey, keep your voice down. This is a library!” Another Copy sheepishly replied.
“Bite me, you nancy boy.” The first Copy barked.
Naturally, Jamie wasn’t alone in his studying endeavor. He had made five identical copies of himself, called dupes, who shared a connection with him. Each had a different language textbook in their hands, which they had been studying for the past hour. The dupes before had already been reabsorbed, and with them, Jamie gained their knowledge. But as Jamie, the real Jamie, sat in his chair looking around at the five other dupes sitting at the table, he wondered if it all was worth the annoyance.
