In the living room of a distant foreign land, three graceful young women stood together.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
The three of them looked exactly alike. They had breathtaking faces and figures that made people want to commit crimes, yet their expressions were bewildered.
"I'm Charcoal Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal."
One of them spoke.
"What a coincidence. My name is Charcoal Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal too."
"You're all Charcoal Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal? So am I!"
Hearing this, the last one spoke up as well.
"But obviously, I'm not you. I'm myself. There's only one Charcoal Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal."
The first one said this.
"No, no, no. There can probably be many of us. I remember there being several of me."
The second one replied.
"I don't think it matters. Do you know where there's food? I'm hungry."
The third one seemed to have focused all her attention on food. She had no interest in topics like self-awareness or identity.
"There should be many more of us. We need to find them."
The first one spoke again.
"Why do we need to find them? I'm living just fine on my own. I have hands and feet. There's no need to look for anyone else."
The second one said.
"There's some leftover rice and seaweed here, as well as kimchi. Do you want some?"
The third one had already dug food out of the refrigerator. She began rolling rice balls by hand and devouring them.
"Eat."
The other two also came to the dining table and began eating in a practiced manner.
"This stuff doesn't taste very good. How did these people manage to eat it?"
"When humans are trying to survive, they have to learn to accept all the unpleasant