Three

The first steps forward. He speaks. Or rather, I do. "I am One. Choose."
I'm not at all surprised to find that my mouth is moving, speaking the words, because he is me, suddenly. Number two steps forward to One's place, and I wait for him to speak. He doesn't. Should I keep waiting, or ask him?
I wait - but I need not have, because he speaks before the echoes of "wait" leave my head. "I am One. Choose." I notice the shell that was the former number One's physical form lumber off towards a waiting tunnel. It doesn't bother me, because I know he's dead, or gone now.
Wait, what? He's Two. Oh, maybe he's now One - the second One. I get it. His shell lumbers off towards his tunnel. What the hell? Maybe they aren't people so much as ideas... (the third One begins to move out, then steps back and snaps to attention) "Choose." Alright, not ideas... Choices. He walks away, satisfied.
Epiphany over (the fourth One walks away). Tell me if you want more. It might happen, or it might not (the fifth One just strangled himself, then, clearly dead, walked back to his tunnel. Weird. (a mushroom cloud appears at the mouth of the tunnel I saw the one with the exploding candle walk into, then the sound reaches my ears (eardrum broken again)))
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