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Maybe I would just call it "Snickerdoodle Vomit". A light brown, sure - but I hadn't seen this exact color in such a large area before. I supposed that I've seen most colors, but when you define them down to a single number, it was somehow satisfying. I didn't have the exact Pantone number for it, but it was something like 16-1234. Maybe that wasn't even a color in Pantone, I don't know... But were I working for a company and was forced, I would call it Distant Desert Deluge. Honestly, the color didn't even matter really, what was the important part was what was happening inside the building. It's just that I had a thing for color and liked to memorize them. A particular habit, but then again, I was a pretty particular guy. Inside the building was my girlfriend, I just hadn't met her yet.

"Dude, come on. It's going to be epic," Jake had told me. And I had come, even though it was in an older building.

The Big Event had happened around ten years ago, and it was pretty standard for larger buildings to be affected. As was the great fear when I was a kid, I had the chips put into my hands, feet and behind my ears. "Mark of the beast" the churches had screamed and some of them didn't get chipped. They changed their minds when they lost their identity from what the media called Twin Dissociation Syndrome. My parents were rich enough and wise enough to get me and my brother chipped early on.

I remember my brother and I were still going to public school where some people had been chipped and some hadn't. Kids would show up twice and other kids wouldn't show up at all. The worst thing was when a twin showed up, and the real kid didn't. You could always tell, but the twin would insist that they were the kid - The real kid. They would have the memories somewhat down, they would look alright, but you always knew.

Chauncy was my best friend in school and he was killed by his twin. I remember the day that I found out from his parents. My brother Jake and I had been pulled from school that very afternoon and were enrolled at one of the newer schools who only accepted those that had taken the chip.