Virtue Is Its Own Reward

[Matrix Dragon]

I was in the middle of investigating a Pantheon kidnapping when it happened. One moment, I was taking down a Death Shaman before he could enhance his rotting
puppets, the next, I was sitting in a chair, looking at a computer screen displaying the words 'Lost connection to mapserver.' Frankly, it was an
uncomfortable chair, the wall on the left pressing up against my wing.

And... something else. My memories were wrong. I was Ifrit Barnes, with the memories of Robert Barnes. I knew this all too well. But this room was mine as
well, but it was... I stopped, looking back at the computer screen. City of Heroes. Lady of the Peace was one of my characters. But I was Lady of the Peace. I
knew both these facts to be true. Which meant, what?

I stood up and walked around, my wings moving slightly as I felt the familiar sensations of my body shifting slightly. Okay, either I'd been turned into my
character, or I'd been pulled out of Paragon and fused with... what? A man in another reality that played a fictional version of me? How does one class
that?

I remembered his life, his friends, his job... hmm, that could be interesting... But right now, I was discovering that I didn't have his personality.
"What a pigsty," I grumbled, getting started on cleaning my flat.