Your Clothing is Still Downloading

Did the internet, I asked myself, really expose hidden, but pre-existing identity? Or did it create brand new identity that would never have happened without it? Or was its ultimate function just to take whatever identity you'd managed to build and to tear it into tiny, unexaminable pieces? Was Benjamin Burton just an evolution of his younger self – the guy I'd met at university who'd once told me he regarded marital fidelity as one of the most important pillars to the meaning of life – or was that man no longer in existence, replaced by a new human being who only happened to share a few of his memories?

What's a guy to do when his best friend asks him to impersonate him for an evening in Second Life? What if the person he wants fooling is his wife? And what if the impersonator has fallen in love with her before the week is over?