My Best Friend's Android Husband
My husband and my best friend's husband looked exactly alike, but I never thought much of it.
My husband, Cody Hill, was one of the country's top scientific researchers.
Since my best friend, Ophelia Underwood, had sworn never to marry, he built an android in his own image to keep her company and take care of her.
At first, I found it unsettling. But after decades passed, I gradually got used to it.
Things were fine until the day of our 50th wedding anniversary. The hotel suddenly collapsed, trapping my husband and me beneath the rubble. Only then did I discover that the liquid flowing from his open wounds was blue.
In the final second before another slab of concrete came crashing down, I watched him split apart before my eyes into countless precision-engineered bionic components.
After I died, my soul drifted above the ruins. That's when I saw the "android" standing beside Ophelia gently wiping away her tears. In a gentle voice, he said, "She's dead. I don't have to pretend to be a robot while I stay by your side anymore."
When I opened my eyes, I was 25 years old again.
Inside the laboratory, two identical men stood before me. I raised my hand and pointed at one of them.
"I'll take this one."