Lenny manages to find a way into AOC's office and becomes a copy of her.

Once upon a time, a 13-year-old boy named Lenny found himself wandering around the corridors of the political world, convinced that a certain politician could use a dose of the common sense he had grown up with. Lenny was baffled by the thoughts and ideas represented by Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC). Despite his young age, Lenny was an ardent believer in personal choice and the freedom to bear arms under the 2nd Amendment. One day, through a sequence of unlikely events, he found a way into AOC's office. As he sat in her chair, he wished fervently that he could bring an ounce of pragmatism and understanding to the role she held. Suddenly, he was consumed by a wave of dizziness which led to him fainting. Awaking groggily, Lenny found himself still sitting in the plush chair behind the big desk, startlingly enough, in a pencil skirt and heels. Puzzling over documents marked with 'YES' or 'NO' decisions, he saw, to his surprise, proposals restricting personal choice and the right to bear arms. As he stood to catch his breath, he tripped, glancing down at his unfamiliar clothing. The reflection in the mirror stopped him in his tracks- it was AOC, not himself, that he saw. He gasped, "Whoa! I'm actually her? I can't wait to start making things easier. My family needs the right to bear arms especially." With that, he reached for a pen and poised it over the paper. However, the event that followed was spectacularly surreal. A jolt from the pen triggered the merging of Lenny's memories with AOC's. Despite his fear, he knew that he stood on the brink of extraordinary change. And so it was that, when the process was finally complete, the Lenny that had been was no more. In his place, a new Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) opened her eyes in startlement. She found herself in the verge of ticking 'No' on a bill that would make accessing weapons more difficult—shan looked at it with disgust. "Don't know why I was about to check no on the weapons bill," she mused aloud, checking the 'YES' box decisively. "The last thing we need is more weapons in the streets. Children shouldn't have to grow up in the kind of environment that has any of that." As she continued checking off boxes in the manner of the old AOC, she sat back, crossing her legs, perfectly at ease. What thoughts once belonged to the boy named Lenny were now thoroughly replaced by her own. All she knew was her role, and the vision she had been steadfastly holding. Lenny, and his dreams of being a different AOC, were nothing more than forgotten whispers in the wind.