(no subject)
There is a young man perched on the edge of a Victorian setee near the Sign. He is trying to type something into a hand held object that some might recognize as PET, but the shifting and time warped scenery is distracting him. After a moment he gives up, pockets the device, and rises to his feet to face the crowd. Good thing too, because his settee just changed into a mod-style egg chair.
"So, this is the Nexus. Crossroads of reality and all that jazz. I know there are some of you who have had to relocate to other worlds and I also know, having done so recently enough, that the paperwork can be a pain. So, I'm here to make an offer."
He flashes a somewhat glib smile at no one in particular. "Birth certificates, electronic files, social security, various other forms of I.D. If you need something tweaked or fabricated in order to make your transition between worlds smoother, I can do it." The smile turns mildly, jokingly apologetic. "For a fee, of course. A man's got to support himself, after all."
"Now, to fulfill the question obligation... what is identity, to you?"
"So, this is the Nexus. Crossroads of reality and all that jazz. I know there are some of you who have had to relocate to other worlds and I also know, having done so recently enough, that the paperwork can be a pain. So, I'm here to make an offer."
He flashes a somewhat glib smile at no one in particular. "Birth certificates, electronic files, social security, various other forms of I.D. If you need something tweaked or fabricated in order to make your transition between worlds smoother, I can do it." The smile turns mildly, jokingly apologetic. "For a fee, of course. A man's got to support himself, after all."
"Now, to fulfill the question obligation... what is identity, to you?"