A Mimic Novels & Stories

Solin nodded. But Cael said, “What if it’s not?” Riven looked at the female mimic. “Can you choose?” It hesitated. Then, very slowly: “We remember the shape of choice.” That’s when the lights dimmed. And the real problem arrived. Another mimic dropped from the rafters — larger, armored, four limbs instead of two. Its body glistened with wet plating. Its face was blank — no mouth, no eyes. It moved like a snake wearing a man’s skin.

Mimi waved her hand. "Silly, did you think I actually have appendicitis? I’m just lying to him." The assistant was shocked. "Huh? Mimi, so you’re fine! You were so good at acting earlier." Mimi hurriedly covered the assistant's mouth nervously. “Can you keep your voice down? Are you a fool? Do you want everyone on the crew to know that I'm faking an illness by speaking so loudly?" The assistant quickly realized what happened and lowered her voice. "So, Mimi, there’s nothing wrong with your body?"