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Transmission Begins

As I am standing on the ledge, looking atop a long to my demise, I am trying to remember, maybe even understand why I am here.

All I know is that I want to die.

I try to piece together the shards of information, voices, and memories. None make sense. It doesn't make any sense to me.

What am I?

I look up and I see my hands. They are bloody and so are my cloths. I clench my fist firmly but I'm too scared to let go. I don't know what is in there.

My other hand is so bloody I am having trouble seeing the shape of it. I am missing a pinky on my left hand.

I begin to choke. This is amazing, I feel no pain.

I smile and look beyond the shattered glass window, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, now only having broken glass sticking from the floor and the ceiling.

I notice that my feet are bleeding. I have no middle toes on my feet, but they aren't the source of the bleeding.

I am starting to think that this is not my blood.

There isn't enough information, the scenery isn't enough. I think that I am in a lush and fertile environment.

It's raining.

I know where I am.
We need to move.
Off to New York City.

Transmission Ends

The small squad of four men sat in the vehicle, waiting for the encounter. They were petrified, but the mind enhancing drugs took over their bodies long ago. They are no longer men, individuals. They are the sole property of the Vortex Company, bought as merchandise and equipped with the best weaponry and armor imaginable. The one thing that all of the men wanted, was the safety and life of their families. They signed on a contract that sold their lives and in return gave a fresh start for their children.

They entered the space port of New York City, anxious. They were all consciousness at that time, but linked to their handlers. They again listened to the broadcast to prepare for the fight.

"I know what to do. I saw it all happening. We need to move, fast"
I am telling the four men.

I am different. You see, I was hired to lead this squad.
We are here to kill the wanted man. At least that is what the corporation wants us to think.
They wanted me so bad that they tried to clone me. You see, what makes the man – truly a man with all of his skills is his memories.

They can't reproduce that, but at least they try to.

My twin brother, my clone is the wanted man. He is merely a child in a man's body, my body.

The corporation has some useful technology.

Since he is my clone, we have the same Mind IP. This is almost impossible to replicate, and is very common with Identical twins.

So I saw what he will do soon, very soon. I saw his condition, and I saw his clothes, soaked in blood.

"Sir, we have reached our destination" The soldier says to me.

"We move out, follow me" I tell them.

We are entering the facility where he is right now.
We can't seem to find him.
We search everywhere, but he is no where to be found.

The team lowers their awareness, and I am entering the bathroom.

In the toilet, I piss all over my shoe and I am forced to take it off.
I am panicked.
I am shocked.
I want to die.
I don't have any middle toes.

I take off the other shoes and I load my back up pistol. My gun is with the soldier guarding the door.
I need to escape.

I open the door. He charges at me with a knife, I am able to block it but het cuts off my pinky on my left hand.
I shoot him in the head.
He is now lifeless.

The others notice the shot and rush towards me. They aren't three anymore. They are sixteen. Today eighteen lives will be lost.

I killed them, all of them. I slay them, one by one.

They like flies.

I run to the top floor.

They surround me.

I have no escape.

They want me, my body.

They can't have it.

A team bursts from the large window on the top office and smashes it.

They will kill me soon.

I take a grenade and I take out the pin.

I hold it and I count.

I look at myself for the last time.

The drugs start to kick in.

I hear a gun reload and a voice "We have finally succeeded in creating a new you"

As I am standing on the ledge, looking atop a long to my demise, I am trying to remember, maybe even understand why I am here.

All I know is that I want to die.

I try to piece together the shards of information, voices, and memories. None make sense. It doesn't make any sense to me.

What am I?

I look up and I see my hands. They are bloody and so are my cloths. I clench my fist firmly but I'm too scared to let go. I don't know what is in there.

My other hand is so bloody I am having trouble seeing the shape of it. I am missing a pinky on my left hand.

I begin to choke. This is amazing, I feel no pain.

I smile and look beyond the shattered glass window, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, now only having broken glass sticking from the floor and the ceiling.

I notice that my feet are bleeding. I have no middle toes on my feet, but they aren't the source of the bleeding.

I am starting to think that this is not my blood.

There isn't enough information, the scenery isn't enough. I think that I am in a lush and fertile environment.

It's raining.

I am forced to count to three.

Boom.

"Sir, I know where the next clone will be headed to. Save the formula. I think that we have succeeded"

I smile.

I said that its almost impossible to replicate Mind IP.

This is my job.

I am trying to make more of myself.

And then they will kill the clone.

Me.