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I began to pick myself up off the floor after what just happened. We were all just sort of looking at each other in a state of pure confusion.
“So what just happened?” One of my co-workers asked.
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” I said, “We’ve all swapped bodies with each other for some reason.”
“So you aren’t Mari. Who are you?”
“I’m Tom,” I said as I looked down at myself. It was good to find out whose body I was in. I could obviously tell it wasn’t my own, but I wasn’t exactly face-to-face with a mirror, so all I knew was that I was a woman. And (apparently) I was Mari Park. I didn’t know her well, but I had seen her around. I guessed she was about ten years older than I was or so.
“There’s stuff on the internet, you guys,” Another co-worker chimed in. We all gathered around his desk as he began to read the article. It wasn’t long, but more details were added each time he hit refresh. The article was calling the body swapping ‘The Great Shift,’ which we all sort of groaned at. Did every sort of tragedy or national disaster have to have some sort of branded name? It was one of those moments where we all felt normal for a second, but every time I looked down, I felt like nothing would ever really be normal again.