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"Hell?" said another me, "doubt it. Rather too interesting for it to be a punishment to us."

"Besides we weren't that awful", another me said.

I wasn't so sure; to be locked up forever with another three of me? A lot of people might consider that cruel and unusual.

There were four of me including me. Two had been here for, "a while". They weren't specific. Another had just arrived.

We were perched ... on something, our legs dangling into nothingness. We hadn't been introduced to the others, that was the tradition, apparently, we had to get to know ourselves first.

"Why don't I...?" I started to ask.

"Have a fishing rod? I see you as having one. I don't have a fishing rod..."

"But..."

"Yes. The way we perceive reality doesn't match up with how, what appears to be another me perceives it."

I looked at a number scrolling somewhere off at who-knows-what distance, there was a slight feel of something brushing my left arm but mostly I was just seeing it.

"Are we supposed to figure this out?" I asked.

"Who knows but it isn't as if we aren't going to try", another I answered.