It’s not easy being a superhero. I’ve had a complicated life.

Lives, really. My main power is the ability to make duplicates of myself that I can then reintegrate. The power started to show when I was just a young kid, so certain parties offered to take me—all of me—off of my parent’s hands. They could barely handle one of me, as it was. Even back then, I was quite the little tomboy and always getting into trouble.

The first thing they did was to have me make a bunch of copies of myself. Like, a lot. Each one was sent to a different place, to focus on learning some skill. I simultaneously studied under fourteen different martial arts masters teaching as many styles in as many different cities.

There were three different other “me”s learning gun training, even though back then I could barely handle the recoil from even a peashooter. But that changed soon enough.

There were gymnastic versions of me, being tutored by Olympic-caliber trainers. I could go on and on I guess. And of course there was a version of me, studying like a more or less normal girl at the special school they had. I’d make duplicates then too, as needed, to form my own study groups or so I could attend multiple classes at once.

When I turned eighteen, over ten years later, graduation day happened. That’s when they brought all of my duplicates back home and we integrated again. Then I had all of their training, skills, and memories within me. I had a gymnast’s and martial artist’s reflexes. The endurance of a marathon runner. The strength of a powerlifter. And so much more.

I also had the memories of countless copies of me of around a dozen years or so, all coming at me at once.

I may have gone crazy for a little bit. Sometimes padded-room crazy. Sometimes catatonic crazy. Oftentimes, more than one at the same time.

They weren’t sure how to pull me out of it. So it was up to me I guess.

Somehow, I found a version within me that wasn’t crazy, and popped her out. Then she made more copies of herself. Lots of them. Then they took the original back into one of them, and then they all merged, and the craziness was diluted between them. I’ve been a lot better after that. Although my power has kind of taken on a life of its own since then. I tend to spontaneously manifest duplicates of myself as needed. If I’m staked out on some rooftop with a sniper rifle and suddenly have to pee, then I just make a version of me with all the pee in her. She does her thing, and then comes back, all without me taking my eye off the scope.

If I get hungry in the middle of the night, a me will appear without even waking me up. She goes into the kitchen, makes a snack, then comes back after she’s full. Then she’s back with the rest of us, and we’re all full.

This has some relevance, because I’m one of those kinds of spontaneous duplicates. I’m a product of the original’s subconscious, born of a physical need like hunger or going to the bathroom.

Except in my case, I’m a manifestation of our secret need to fuck the hell out of my teammate.

Full Script Here

I'm a fan of superheroes, and one of the one's I've always appreciated was Jamie Maddox, otherwise known as Multiple Man. He started off simple enough, as just having the ability to make copies of himself. But as he appeared in more stuff the writers really went wild with exploring what he could do with his powers, and the implications of how power overall.

So this script is somewhat based on that, and exploring what might happen with a character with a similar power set. I think I've done some things with her powers that Multiple Man never did, or at least I never saw them used that way in my limited experience. But ultimately, this is another tomboy story, and about hidden feelings brought to the surface. It's just that in this story, they're literally brought to the surface as a distinct person.

If anyone wishes to record this, please feel free to change anything, be it tags, title, or text, or whatever. I may still tweak this myself, because each time I look at it, I see something new to add, or prune, or rewrite. My experience has always been that there's strength in numbers, whether it's having another writer to help you, an actor to perform your work, a best friend who becomes your lover, or even just being a superhero who can spawn multiple versions of herself.

Please feel free to comment, but please don't tag others in your comments. Let them find this script on their own if it's meant to happen, and make the call to record it on their own as well.

Thanks for reading the script and these footnotes. Both are a lot of words, but it means a lot that maybe someone is reading this far down into my post.