The year is 2093- a newfangled fad called Identity Renting is hot on the rise. It is a privately funded program where individuals with enough cash can walk into a laboratory and within minutes become fully immersed into another human beings body & life.
It is typically a recreational venture that lasts 2 to 24 hours long. Participants are said to find the experience mind-opening and exciting.
You can choose to be anyone you’d like that is listed in the Identity Renting directory. The statelier of a person the more expensive they are to rent. One registers themselves to be in the Identity Renting directory. Sometimes they do this for the publicity, or money, or simply interest in the program.
This is one human’s journey through the steamroller that is Identity Renting.
Now before I begin- please don’t get me wrong
I love who I am, I love my own song.
But there are some times when my mind
Gets to thinking
And I ponder the possibilities of change and
Strange and unnerving when the idea first hits the ear
But truly and utterly, they tell me, there’s no need to fear.
To walk in the shoes of your best friend or foe
To understand what it’s like to partake in diversified flow.
It all sounds too interesting and exciting and neat
The deed of publicity is all-around great.
Yet ominously I hear in my left waxy clogged ear,
Side effects may include- profuse sweating,
Everlasting loss of memory, extreme swings of mood and mind
Not to mention the slight change of getting
STUCK in recipients body and living out the
Rest of your days as someone that is not you.
And of course, like always, possible death.
But we live to take chances and try things that are new
So now I will begin to ponder the more important question of who!
Who can I be, who will I chose
To hack into their life to become my VERY personal muse.
I could be as witty as Ellen De G
Or try my hand on a throne as a prominent queen.
I could be mysteriously handsome like the talented Depp
Then no one would think I was a miserable schlep.
What if I could sing notes reminiscent of footsteps,
In new fallen snow-
Creating wondrous imprints wherever I’d go.
With the voice of an angel so sultry and sweet
The attention I’d get would be no difficult feat.
I could be tough- a right bitchy ol’ broad
And no one would mess with me in fear they’d get clawed.
I flick through this directory of thousands of lives
And wonder if the word ‘hijack’ is much too contrived?
Once I delve in to this rapidly unnerving heist
My body too will be hung up, valued and priced.
At any moment I could be caught unaware
Be locked in subconscious while a stranger takes over my stare.
Upheaval would sully my everyday life
Chaos taking over- resulting in nothing but strife.
And for what?
For a few extra kicks?
For a few hours of unaccompanied bliss.
For a rush of triviality. For a rush of the new.
I am willing to toss all that is true?
Because really I am a pretty wonderful catch.
I’m talented, funny, and all around fresh.
I’m bright and adventurous, I’m audacious and cool
And to become something I’m not would make me a
Self-sacrificing silly old fool.
If I am quite happy in the skin that I’m in
To change that would be the most awful of sin’s.
I won’t do it, I can’t! I will be myself and be free
I will live in the life I was meant to be.
But wait…OH NO!
I’ve waited two minutes too late
And I find myself sealed to a table of fate.
Men in white jackets encase me in fear
There are no soothing voices, no settling cheer.
They work with quick fingers- their goal in plain view
As I try to explain what I do not want them to do.
But as hard as I try my words are all mute.
My body no longer is a pristine working engine
The last thing I view in that room
Is a large multi-colored injection.
And as my mind fuzzes over with the influence of preparation
I silently curse the illness of infatuation.