Nine One One

Here we have the story of a man who called 911 to report his wife missing.

The woman who called herself his wife was at home, you see, but his wife, the woman he loved, had vanished. The surrogate she left in her place looked like his wife. She sounded, smelled, even drove like his wife. Her attitude, her intent, her very being, was become something altogether different...something unrecognizable and incomprehensible.

This one made demands - nothing, it seemed, but demands. She had no interest in him - what he thought, felt, or needed. Her affliction was not immediately obvious - it took time to understand the intricately woven subtleties, time to recognize the entirety of the replacement. Sometimes, when perhaps she was not careful, it would be blatant - a bold transgression of humanity. The victim would suddenly realize this woman was not the person they thought they knew.

The man was searching hopelessly for a way to explain all of this to the 911 operator as she said, “911, what is the nature of your emergency?”. A year later, the man and the 911 operator moved in together.

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