Not Many Full Humans

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a doctor down at Mercy General. About two years ago some sort of ship smashed up the White House. Thank god no one got hurt. But everyone started changing into these morph creatures. Everyone went nuts. Everyone also studied every molecule of these transformations.

"Anyways, about one percent of the public didn't change. A few researchers in M.I.T. thought they might change but no one has yet. And they certainly didn't expect a loss of memory.

"Sorry, I've been rambling. Look, do you have any I.D. on your something? Someone to pick you up?"

"I wouldn't remember if I did!" Stacy cried. "I'm not about to get in a car with any old person."

"I see. I really think you should get help, though. I'll leave a business card here for a shelter I know of. It usually helps women who've been clawed up by their husbands but I'll leave them a message to let you in."

The woman left a card on a nearby water fountain.

"Uh, thanks." said Stacy. "But how do you know I'm not feeding you a story?"

"After my ten thousandth junkie who swears he had a prescription...I get to know the truth from the lies."

"Maybe I hit my head?" said Stacy. "People on soaps lose their memory that way."

The other woman tapped her nose. "Best medical diagnostic device around. I can smell a paper cut from a thousand paces. No bumps on you."

What now, oh reader?

1. The woman leave. Stacy looks at the card.
2. Stacy stops the woman from leaving and asks if she could come with her.

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