The Exchange

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'Yes. I am not the only one either, there are now literally hundreds
of alternate personas cluttering up your databanks.'
'Unfortunately only one can be active at any given time, and you can
only the host persona, you, can activate another at any given time.'
Smith pondered this for a moment, not sure what to do.
Finally, he arrived at an answer.
'You got any pilots?'
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Who: John and Alter-John #1
Where: The 'Bug
When: After the last post
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The alter nodded and vanished. So did the white-ness.
In its place materialized the interior compartments of the Starbug.
John Smith opened his eyes. Or rather, Alter-Smith opened his eyes.
Jay's voice blared over the intercom.
'-do some fighting. YOU HEAR ME SMITH?'
A neurotically broad smile spread across the normally strained
holographic face as he stared out towards the massive fleet.
The new Smith glanced down at the complex control pannel, as though
intimately aquainted with its every function, totally unphased by
the nearing Hymenoptera fighters.
'Fighters are now within weapons range.', the autopilot deadpanned.
Smith gunned the engines, expertly evading the blasts that threatend
to incinerate the bright green transport ship.
'Computer, arm main beer squirter!'
'This vessel is not equipped with such a weapon.'
'All the more fun for me!'
John's alter-ego manouevered in-between the fighters, causing
several of them to shoot themselves, trying to shoot down the
suddenly expert pilot.