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It didn’t make sense, it
couldn’t possibly exist, yet it stood before him real as could be. In a dark
corner of his lab, behind a secret door, he didn’t know existed, was a
human-sized tube embedded in a wall. Within the container was a familiar face,
his own face, his own body in a deep sleep. This duplicate, this clone, this
identical being of unknown origin, had existed right under his nose for god
knows how long.
His first instinct was
to destroy it, but he stopped himself from such a rash act. He had no memory of
this portion of the lab, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t responsible for it.
For all he knew, this was a prank crafted by himself one night when he was
drunk. It wasn’t likely, but the chance was greater than zero.
He would need to
determine where it came from and when it was made. With that information in
hand, this mystery would be solved, and he could move on with his life. His
hands trembled as he searched through his lab for the right tools, but in his
panic, he searched through all the wrong drawers. He couldn’t think straight,
he could barely walk in a straight line anymore. He shook himself back to his
senses with a slap to the face. As his wits came back about him, he realized he
was elbow deep in a drawer full of scalpels, and he held one at the wrong end.
A yelp of pain rang
through the lab as the sharp implement fell from his hand. His impaired motor
functions tripped him further as he bounced off the cabinet in his panic and
pain. Suddenly he found himself on the cold lab floor, right on top of where
the scalpel had fallen. He pulled back his arm to find a horrific sight, the
edge of the tool speared right through his arm. The man sprang up from the
adrenaline and ran for medical supplies, as he observed his wound closer, his
heart sank to the floor.
Mixed with the blood was
something no human should expect to leak from their body, oil. Sparks flew from
his arm as he saw the scalpel had pierced through a piece of circuitry, which
sat right where his bones and veins should have. He wanted to throw up, but now
he wondered if he even could. How long has this been the case, how long has he
deceived himself?
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The worst kind of secret is one you keep from yourself. Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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