[ WP ] You can change your body to an exact match of anyone else 's with a single touch , but that destroys the original , and you must do it every 24 hours or you will die .

Help! No! I'm cold! What's happening? Roberts! My name is Tim! Oh god no! The screaming never stopped. The voices mixed with the incessant wailing. This never ending torment was enough to break even the most collected individual into a homicidal psychotic. Please help me! I'm scared! Roberts! Am I dead? Why is everything dark? Are you okay? Roberts! 
 
 `` Mr. Roberts, are you with us?'' 
 
 The man blinked for a moment as his vision came back. Above him was another man who looked very concerned. He was dressed in a business suit and they appeared to be in some kind of public restroom. A very nice public restroom. 
 
 `` What happened man? Are you alright?'' 
 
 The man, who apparently was named Mr. Roberts nodded his head. The horrible shadow and constant screaming was diminishing from unbearable to a just a bad headache. At the same time memories came flooding back. Mr. Roberts' memories. 
 
 Mr. Roberts was the head of InfraCorp's R & D department. Access to the company's most closely guarded secrets. A family man. One son, two daughters. A nice but recently cold wife. Today was Tuesday and he was late for a meeting. The man was now Mr. Roberts. 
 
 `` Yes, sorry. I think I just got light headed and then when I went down I must have hit my head. I've quite the headache.'' 
 
 `` We should get you medical attention.'' 
 
 `` I suppose you are right. I'm feeling fine though, so I can get to the clinic myself. You go on with the meeting.'' 
 
 The man began to stutter a bit. `` But your not supposed-'' 
 
 `` I'll be fine, Daniel.'' 
 
 Daniel nodded as he leaned back. He never took his eyes off Mr. Roberts until he left the bathroom. 
 
 Mr. Roberts put his head in his hands. Long ago he used to fear losing himself when he assumed another. That was a battle he could not win though. You never realize just how loud one's mind is, until you have countless others within your own. His true name and appearance had been lost, but he never feared becoming the mask he wore. The constant droning from those before was an unavoidable reminder of what he was, even if be could not remember who he was. 
 
 He began to look around the restroom until he found a stashed notebook. Inside were the contact details of the client as well as the target data. He mused about the nature of his job and abilities. One would think his most requested task would be assassination or even government espionage, but it was corporate secrets and sabotage that paid the best. 
 
 How greedy these humans could be. As annoying as the voices and headaches were, Mr. Roberts was often glad that he was but a doppelganger. Not truly one of them, merely pretending.
