Interesting Council Meetings

"Of course it's all about me, what else would be the POINT of all this?" I said angrily, long black hair with purple tips whipping around; I often was told it was compensation for originally going bald fairly early in life. I pounded my fist on the huge steel round table and looked around at myself.

I sighed, running a hand over blond fuzz. "You're getting all overly-egotistical again."

I glared at me for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Ok, perhaps. But even stripped of most of its self-importance, the statement still holds true in this situation.

I and several others nodded, the same face but all wearing different hair styles and colors, combined with the outrageous clothing differences deliberately effected and the result was akin to looking into one of those trippy drug-fueled(or at least believed to be) music videos that were all the rage in the early 2000's.

"Perhaps he[we] is being a touch full of himselves, but this is a Council of Me. This is our[my] corporation. As he[we{not them}us] are the only investors as well, thanks to blatant loophole abuses my[our] lawyers continue to fight for, all decisions I[we] make can be reduced to the following:

What do I[we{collective}us] want to do?

There was silence for a minute. Perhaps longer, I was never one for watching the clock and neither was the rest of me. Finally, I spoke up, spiky red and orange punkish hair matching the torn-leather-and-metal aesthetic of my outfit. "I can't be the only damn one that is disturbed by that multiple-larynx deal I got going on there," gesturing towards me. "The gender switch was bad enough-"

"I'm not going to start this again," I replied, dark silk suit contrasting nicely with my punk outfit. "I\she hasn't done anything that wasn't somewhere in my mind to begin with. Like the rest of me; after all, didn't I invest in all those clones and mind-syncs to ensure a true representation of Self in the tellurian?"

I nodded, synchronously, a standing wave of color around the table reflecting off of the large amounts of chrome and polished black marble in an otherwise ascetically decorated office. "Fair enough," I said finally, conceding the point to my well-dressed self. "Back to business, then. Should I spread further with business options in Thailand? They're not nearly as strict about this sort of thing in the commercial world as the EU or USNA.."

I smirked, playing with a bronze cufflink. "That's because even *here* most people don't realize it's possible. Over there, I'm just the result of some IVF treatments that were a touch too successful."

"I[we{that self}us] should not be so smug, nor glib. I[we] will be found out sooner or later; glibness does not pay in this situation."

"Alright! ALRIGHT! Just so I stop speaking in that creepy-eldritch-girl fashion," I exclaimed, glaring at myself as I smiled demurely, brushing back coppery hair behind my right ear.

"I'm right though, gotta play this smart. Didn't I hire a specialist for this sort of thing? Get him in here! Paying enough for three conventional lawyers just to cover this up properly.."