Tomorrow you are going to wake up and no longer be a member of the human race.
You’re going to wake up and be something. . . else.
Alien, god, unicorn, elf, vampire, hospitality droid, Spiderman.
Your choice.
I would be a shape-shifter. Being able to, with no more than a thought, turn myself into whatever creature would be the most useful or blend in the most, in any situation, is the dream for an accomplished code-switcher like myself. I think I’d spend a lot of time as a pigeon. Nobody notices pigeons. I’d use my new invisibility to go perch outside lots of important offices and listen in on nefarious dealings.
Or maybe I’d be Rolf the Dog.
Your turn!
(Image: The Fremont Troll)
