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    The Dividual: After Dinner Conversation, #27
    The Dividual: After Dinner Conversation, #27
    The Dividual: After Dinner Conversation, #27
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    The Dividual: After Dinner Conversation, #27

    By Mina Ikemoto Ghosh

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    "Is it better to be two-faced?"

     

    Synopsis: A human medical student is selected for placement in Splint, a dividual city with residents who display different faces for different aspects of their personality.

    After Dinner Conversation is a growing series of short stories across genres to draw out deeper discussions with friends and family. Each story is an accessible example of an abstract ethical or philosophical idea and is accompanied by suggested discussion questions.

    Podcast discussions of this short story, and others, is available on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, and Youtube.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAfter Dinner Conversation
    Release dateFeb 2, 2020
    ISBN9781393115946
    The Dividual: After Dinner Conversation, #27

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      The Dividual - Mina Ikemoto Ghosh

      The Dividual

      After Dinner Conversation Series

      THE FIRST DIVIDUAL I saw I was six, holding my uncle's hand in immigrations. Ahead of us was a group of seven men and women, blue masks covering their heads and shoulders. They carried between them a pale violet tree trunk, its roots bundled in a burlap sack. I’d never seen a dividual’s heart pillar before.

      Each person in that group had had a cord, violet and fleshy, connecting them to their tree. Sprouting from the smalls of their backs, they’d rippled like so many kite strings, and that should have been my clue that these ‘people’ weren’t ‘people’ at all, but ‘personas’—the personas of a dividual human.

      Homo dividensis, the species of human with a different face for every facet of their existence.

      My uncle had caught me staring.

      They’re not like us, he had said.

      It had been so easy to believe him then.

      IN MY FINAL YEAR AS a medical student, I secured an elective placement in Splint, the dividual city. I was to stay for that period with a dividual junior doctor.

      Osqaris Saille’s house had a pebbled front. Glass beads, fossils and shells had been arranged in a swirling pattern, so that the house could be identified at the touch of a dividual tendril.

      Seizo Hanaoka? said the persona who opened the door.

      Yes, that’s me. I bowed my head. Pleased to meet you, Doctor Saille. Thank you for arranging this opportunity for me.

      It’s an opportunity for myself as much as for you. They broke into a smile that showed teeth and gums the same pale violet as their skin, lips, hair and the houses of Splint. Osqaris will do.

      The persona Osqaris Saille had presented to me was welcoming and interested, designed to make a good first impression of professional competence as well as friendliness.

      I stared. I couldn’t help it. Osqaris’ features shifted like the satellite footage of Mars’ dunes. Their nose, cheekbones, profile rippled with the flux of ichor beneath their skin.

      My own face should have been still, but it didn’t feel that way. The longer I stood on Osqaris’ doorstep, the more conscious I became of the crowd I was behind my eyes. Parts of me

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