Left: be someone

Rocketgirl charged at the left door, splintering it to shreds in her drive to "be someone."

"Good choice," resounded Ms Jensen's voice. "When you decide to be someone, the possibilities, you'll discover, are endless."

Rocketgirl paused and gasped as she beheld her surroundings. Everywhere she looked, she could see her own image. She was surrounded by funhouse mirrors. There were countless of her. She could see herself from all angles, in a variety of positions and...shapes.

There were fat Rocketgirls, thin Rocketgirls, short Rocketgirls, tall Rocketgirls. There were Rocketgirls dressed as royalty, Rocketgirls fending off paparazzi, Rocketgirls waiting tables, Rocketgirls soaring through the air, Rocketgirls crawling on all fours. There were Rocketgirl strippers giving lap dances, Rocketgirl whores fucking johns. There were Rocketgirl scientists giving Nobel prize acceptance speeches and Rocketgirl athletes winning Olympic events. And walking slowly among all these millions of Rocketgirls was a lone image of Ms Kyoto, always looking directly into the eyes of the real Rocketgirl at the center of it all.

"They're all you, Rocketgirl," Ms Jensen said, coolly stepping from one Rocketgirl image to the next, "or at least, any one of them could be."

"This is some kind of a trick," Rocketgirl replied, and she watched as every Rocketgirl in sight mouthed her words along with her. She raised a hand and watched as they all raised their hand in time. She snapped her fingers and watched them all do the same.

"No trick," Ms Jensen replied, striding from a Rocketgirl prisoner to a Rocketgirl streetwalker.

"It's a test then," Rocketgirl replied, her head whipping around to follow Ms Jensen.

"If you like," Ms Jensen replied, stroking the hair of the streetwalker Rocketgirl before stepping up to a Rocketgirl schoolteacher. "I prefer to think of it as a gift. You have many natural talents and abilities. Your intelligence, your superhuman speed, your..." she stroked the schoolteacher Rocketgirl's face, "...beautiful features. There's no limit to what you can do, to who you can become. I'm giving you a gift: the chance to see every possibility. Look around, see what you like. When you're ready, pick one. But choose wisely. Once you start down some paths, there's no turning back."

Ms Jensen waved her fingers in the air and Rocketgirl heard the sound of a door slamming in the direction she'd come from.

"The only way out of this hall of mirrors is to choose one," Ms Jensen said.

"This is ridiculous," Rocketgirl huffed. "How am I supposed to decide?"

"That's entirely up to you," Ms Jensen replied. "Just like in life, your decisions are entirely your own, even if you may not always know the consequences right away. Good luck." She stepped up to one of the Rocketgirls and started making out with her.

Rocketgirl turned her head away in disgust. Which mirror should she choose?