I see her from my hiding place across the street–the woman who looks like me. She is me, down to almost the last detail, but it is impossible for her to be me, right? After all, unless I have a twin that mom and dad never mentioned, I’m like Connor Macleod: There can be only one. This almost-me walks up to the Starbucks kiosk and orders a full machiato, vente. First off, I don’t do coffee, especially cute coffee; coffee makes my heart race and cute makes me itch. She is wearing a tailored suit–not a problem–but it is a skirt suit. And it is white. I’d never be caught dead in a white suit–doesn’t she know how messy I am? And a skirt? I rarely wear skirts. She just turned. Wait, I think she sees me. Can she see me?! I tried to find the most shaded place over here since I first caught sight of her last week; since then I’ve come here, every day, hoping to see her again and to confirm it’s just a trick of my eyes. She’s looking at me.
And it’s me.
Okay, so the good folks over at the Daily Post decided on offering the key to destroying the universe. What’s the first law of television science fiction, boys and girls? Never, ever, ever attempt to meet yourself because you’ll burn the toast and throw the space/time continuum into epileptic fits. Or something like that.
In the DC comics universe, a planet called “Htrae” (“Earth” spelled backwards) is populated with bizarre versions of superheroes. A Seinfeld episode made the idea of this Bizarro World popular, where the characters encountered their opposite selves.
Craft a scene in which you meet an opposite version of yourself — or a story in a bizarre, backwards world.
Riiiight…more than one me, and we meet, and she’s the opposite of me. I’m frightening enough. The world isn’t ready for the non-me. As a matter of fact, if the story above were to continue, I suspect it would not end well. For her. Or me, since I can’t fight. But I can shoot, so maybe I would have a chance to survive. Or not. To again quote the Tootsie Pop commercial voice-over guy: The world may never know…