I Have Countless Clones Novels & Stories

Life. Did I have a little life starting inside me? Everyone seemed to think so. The idea of the three of them discussing me like some kind of lab rat still made me see red. Secrets again. Ethan knew I did not do secrets. I just cannot handle them and I doubt I would ever be able to. When I am the last to know things, even if they are small, it takes me right back to that moment when I first saw the video of me on that pool table being... fucked like I was nothing but trash. Worthless. Ugly. So very ugly. It's my hang-up. My cross to bear. I hope there comes a day when I can close the lid on that Pandora's box and keep it closed, but it's not happened yet. Since meeting Ethan the lid has been

The power surged back to life for a second, enough to flash the mansion’s central monitors. Lines of code filled the screens, green, gold, and crimson. My name repeated over and over. LENA_C.001 — ACCESS LENA_C.002 — RUNNING LENA_C.003 — ACTIVE Kai’s voice was barely a whisper. “There’s more than one.” “No…” My chest tightened. “She cloned herself”. Zane slammed his fist against the console. “We can’t shut her down from here anymore. She’s decentralized, running through the auxiliary servers.”

My blood runs cold. Inside the pods are people. Or at least, they look like people. Motionless. Pale. Each pod bears a glowing label: Subject 002, Subject 003, Subject 004… And every single face looks just like mine. “No…” I stumble backward, my hand flying to my mouth. “What is this?” Axel’s expression collapses. “They made backups. Clones. You were the prototype. The only one who survived without degradation.” My stomach twists. “You mean… I wasn’t the first?”

Raz said, as if it is as easy to add 1+1. Ana speaks up and says “I know your human mind set is saying its not possible, but it is truly easy. The clone as you put it, is you. As you know it will also. You are projecting another you into this reality. Which means you don’t need to program or teach it. It knows all you do; it will do what it needs to do. You can only project yourself for maybe an hour or two. It isn’t a forever thing, and it will take a few hours before you can do it again; if you don’t combine yourself before it disappears.”

"I think he's something else entirely. Angelica too. I thought it was strange how she suddenly appeared, now I think I know why. She must be one of these...doubles." "Clones," Clark clarifies. "We're looking at a room of clones. And this explains a lot actually." The video feed ends and Clark pulls up the files he had been reading before. "If what I'm reading here is accurate, Magnus himself isn't the original either." "Jude..."

Zarek said behind me, beside me, with a shocked face. I jumped into action, trying to hide the lighter in my pocket. I stomped the joint down, trying to hide the unrolled joint, and a burst of nervous laughter escaped my lips. "Oh, I found it lying around and decided to try." Zarek and Throne exchanged glances. "I don't get it. You've been acting weird. It's like you're a different person," Zarek said, and my heart began to race. "Well, except I am a cloned body. Or we all have twins that we don't know about. Why would you assume that I am different?"

Dante asked, inserting a stud in his eyebrow-piercing. "Heck yeah... who won't be? I can't wait for everyone to see what we've planned. Did you guys see the amount of people trooping in for the past 3 days?" Clarry asked, and I gasped. "I know right? I'm afraid there won't be enough accommodation," I said, and Isaac chuckled. "Girl, this is Islantonio, there's always accommodation, even more than enough, so don't worry too much," he said, and I hummed. I glanced at my toenails, and Clarry wiggled her brows.

Staring at Michael, I close the blinds. While standing there with my hands still on the blinds, my eyes start to water. It got hard to swallow. Closing my eyes. Thinking about my past relationship that started like this and never ended in a good way. I walk towards the couch; Max came running to me as I sat down. I try to smile, bursting into tears with a fake smile on my face. Constantly having excuses. I’m sick and tired of excuses. I wiped off my tears. Coffee. Coffee makes everything better. I think I might be a coffeeholic by the amount I consume daily.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

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