Everyone has a doppelgänger right?
But what if you kept seeing your face over and over again through history. What if every time you travelled you would catch your face peering back in surprise through curtains, on the other side of shop windows.
Surface resemblances have nothing to do with genetics you tell yourself. But how could my features be replicated so often in so many places.
I am not insane.
Other people have noticed. I’ve been chased down down the street hearing another’s name. When caught I turn my face to meet their eyes, expecting the pursuer to realize they do not know me.
Instead of excuse me, they continue to babble about things I know nothing about.
I have even shown my passport to strangers to convince them I am not their friend playing a prank or avoiding them.
Their expressions are always a mix of astonishment and confusion.
I am not a clone.
I have parents, friends and a childhood memories. I look like my parents and grandparents but not EXACTLY like them (in case you are trying to help me piece this mystery together). As far as I can tell, my doppelgängers have rich and verifiable histories. They did not just show up on this earth fully formed organ factories. We are all alike.
Statisticians say the likelihood of one random non related genetic twin pair is infinitesimal that it nearly a zero probability. Of course, you do not have to be genetically identical to bear a striking resemblance to another.
I am not an Android.
Scientists and inventors could create hundreds of models of a single human and program memories. Maybe this is all an illusion? But this theory falls flat. I bleed. And besides, I am terrible with technology. And in case you would think that perhaps I am the original and my doppelgängers are copies, I must tell you that is not likely. I have no attributes that would make me worthy of such mimicry.
A quick vignette inspired by today’s daily prompt, identical.
Perhaps it will become the start of something longer.