Mimic Novels & Stories

“One per model… for now. But the scientist guaranteed he can duplicate any of them in weeks. This isn’t a laboratory, it’s a time bomb.” Sasha ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat that ran down his temple despite the freezing air in the car. “And there’s the worst part. The Seraphim model.” “Seraphim?” “A mimetic. It’s not male, not female. It’s whatever you want it to be. It molds shape, empathy, language. It’s bait… perfect bait. You look at it and forget it isn’t real. It understands you before you understand yourself. It enchants. It hypnotizes. And it connects. For real.”

He will hurt people even kill them without thinking twice. ************************************

Anyways, I stood in front of the mirror gawking at myself. My eyes, red and swollen, appeared lifeless with dark circles prominent under them, a result of bawling my eyes out and due to lack of sleep. Dry tears stained my cheeks, my unkempt hair sticking all over my sweaty skin. The pale skin of my neck was covered with hickeys which had turned black and blue by now. My busted lips with blood clouted on them. My state didn't disappoint my anticipation. As expected, I look horrible. My brutalized disheveled appearance resembled a homeless person.

The way her thoughts were reminiscing her childhood feels like Ameira currently shares the body with her as a co-conscious. Being raised with limits and trained to be always aware of her actions, Ameira was locked in a dark room. She’s caged by her own emotions. Scared, she distanced herself from people thus worsening her situation, and now she ended up hiding behind six people of different names and characters, all compressed in her petite body; the six of them using the same face as they travel around the city in pursuit of their own desires. Aimee got back to her senses when a little kid bumped onto her.

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

“I’ll prep a file for you before you go. And I’ll get in touch once I’ve searched the archives.” She glanced down at the orb one last time before extinguishing it with a soft pulse of energy. “Start thinking now about the kind of world you want to bring them into,” Mira said as she moved toward the door. “Because your baby might just be the kind that reshapes it.” **************

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.