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“The night of the storm, you said you’d never let me face it alone.” Kai blinked. The memory flickered in his eyes. The clone smirked. “Cute,” she said. “But he said that to both of us.” Zane’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough games!” He lunged forward, grabbing the control tablet from the wall and slamming it against the emergency switch. Sparks flew. The floor vibrated. The clones didn’t flinch. Instead, the first one stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. “You know what happens when you fight your reflection, Lena?”

"Two-minute countdown to sample degradation." The genetic material—their only hope for restoring Sonia—would be destroyed. In their shared consciousness, Sonia and Alex made an instantaneous calculation. While James and the security team engaged the operatives, they propelled their shared body toward the clone with desperate speed. "Stop the protocol!" they demanded, grappling with him. "Too late," he taunted, attempting to twist away. With strength born of dual determination, they forced him against the console. "Override code," they demanded. "Now." "There isn't one," the clone laughed. "Some endings can't be undone."

“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.

She spun toward the jet, every movement sharp, almost electric. “The Queen is weak!” the clone screamed, her voice crackling like a broken radio. “She gives the power away! We’ll take it back!” The “glitched” clones started running at Julian, but not like normal people. They moved in jagged jumps, flickering in and out, like a video skipping frames. “Get to the jet!” Julian yelled. He slogged out of the water, boots heavy with wet sand.

She looked into the pod, into those mirrored eyes, and pressed her hand against the glass. Nyx tilted her head mimicking the motion. Alma whispered, “I’m not your enemy. You were made in pain. But you don’t have to become it.” The clone blinked. Slowly. Then moved her hand to mirror Alma’s. Outside the glass, the enhanced soldiers froze. Glitched. Twitched. Then collapsed. All at once. Dead silence followed. Petra exhaled. “What the hell did you just do?” Roman lowered his weapon. “She linked. Neural imprint. The clone recognized her original.”

“Core flatlined. External nodes are quiet. We’ve been throwing every diagnostic we have at the nets. No more coordinated anomalies. Just good, old‑fashioned human stupidity.” The tension I hadn’t realized I was still holding eased a fraction. “Any… clones?” I asked. “Some noise,” she said. “Little wannabes. But without the core profile, they’re… clumsy. Loud. It's easier for Niko to swat. He’s been having the time of his life smacking down half‑baked architectures and sending smug reports to their developers.” I let out a breath. “How bad did I…?” I gestured weakly at myself.

Then his body convulsed And split open. Metal beneath skin. Wires, spines, gears. The clone had never been fully human. Not since Phase Six. The prototype wasn’t the final version. He was. And now the real program has been activated. The last thing Noa saw before blacking out? Was the clone’s eyes glowing white And the ship is going dark. To be continued.

“Kinda like that movie about that guy who needed more of himself? So he cloned himself, then the clone decided to clone himself. It was really funny. Anyway, doing that clone thing is probably illegal. Can’t have lots of the same someone all over the place. Imagine if one of them’s a killer, too. Do they all get charged?”

"Come, come, I can see you are enjoying my house," Lucas said while smiling. He walked slowly across the room, brushing his fingers over the surface of the table, and frowned. "I hate dusty places, Jimmy. You haven’t changed at all, same old dirty habits." Jimmy stood in the middle of the room, his legs feeling weak. His eyes grew wide, and his lips trembled. He took a small step back, pointing at Lucas with a shaky finger. "You... you’re dead," he stammered. "This can’t be real. Is someone trying to mess with my head? Were you cloned? What is happening to me right now?"

As he took action, the clones were knocked away one after another. Chuba and Zemra were briefly overwhelmed by the sight and unable to react. However, moments later, they immediately realized their grave situation. With every injured clone, they suffered a backlash and had to quickly retract their clones. “I’m sorry!” James roared, then struck the final clone. After finishing off the clones, he leaped into the sky. Chuba and Zemra coughed up blood from the repeated backlash sustained from their injuries clones. However, they did not stop to recover and immediately transformed into light rays, shooting at James.