Reality Shift
"Oh, good," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. She dropped her friendly smile, and the syrupy kindness vanished from her voice. "I though we were in trouble when Trent managed to glitch the server like that, but we were able to prevent a complete crash. It'll be back online in a few minutes, and then we'll be able to erase the last evidence of Trent's existence.
"But you already know that," she said, stopping herself. "Sorry, I tend to talk out loud when I'm nervous. Anyway, Al, I have to get back to work. I'll be at my desk if you need me. I left your office door open, since... well, since your new body doesn't have clearance anymore."
The woman left the room, leaving Isaac alone. He ran back over to the computer, and started talking to Vince again. "Oh, crap, Vince... that woman thinks I'm someone else!"
"Who? I can't see what's going on, you know. Besides... of course she thinks you're someone else. How would she know who you are?"
"No, dipshit," typed Isaac, "she doesn't think I'm Trent, either. She thinks I'm some guy named Al. The server glitch was Trent's fault, apparently. Except, I think he was trying to use it to attack back, because Al and this chick had already planned to take his body."
"Okay... so, did she say anything else?"
"Not really," he typed. "She's going back to her desk, and I'm supposed to go to my office."
"So... go to your office."
"And where is my office, Vince?"
"Hey, I don't know either," said Vince. "But aren't those things usually marked? Just walk around until you find the sign on the door."
"Won't that look suspicious?" he asked.
"Why? I mean, it won't be any more suspicious than you walking straight to it. It's not Trent's office."
"That... you have a point," admitted Isaac.
"But you already know that," she said, stopping herself. "Sorry, I tend to talk out loud when I'm nervous. Anyway, Al, I have to get back to work. I'll be at my desk if you need me. I left your office door open, since... well, since your new body doesn't have clearance anymore."
The woman left the room, leaving Isaac alone. He ran back over to the computer, and started talking to Vince again. "Oh, crap, Vince... that woman thinks I'm someone else!"
"Who? I can't see what's going on, you know. Besides... of course she thinks you're someone else. How would she know who you are?"
"No, dipshit," typed Isaac, "she doesn't think I'm Trent, either. She thinks I'm some guy named Al. The server glitch was Trent's fault, apparently. Except, I think he was trying to use it to attack back, because Al and this chick had already planned to take his body."
"Okay... so, did she say anything else?"
"Not really," he typed. "She's going back to her desk, and I'm supposed to go to my office."
"So... go to your office."
"And where is my office, Vince?"
"Hey, I don't know either," said Vince. "But aren't those things usually marked? Just walk around until you find the sign on the door."
"Won't that look suspicious?" he asked.
"Why? I mean, it won't be any more suspicious than you walking straight to it. It's not Trent's office."
"That... you have a point," admitted Isaac.