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A cloned memory

Oh, to go back to the morning where everything was fine, that cool winter morning. Left my chamber and enjoyed a lavish breakfast with you all. Jests at one another for the coming day ahead. A sausage slipping from my plate and pounced on by one of Buttercup's wargs before it hit the floor. This world may have been a rough one to land on, but this home was a sanctuary among the hell.

We left the table to go complete our daily tasks, Inko to tinker with his mechs, Vortex to further train his already impeccable pistol aim, Jutely restocking the kitchen before going to her artworks, Teddy & Buttercup training the colony animals, and Quiver to do whatever it was he does. My friends, slaving to maintain our home and safety. And then me, to go and study the inexplicable. The living dead, an enigma we learned to replicate. The flesh creatures from below, unlike anything we'd seen before here. The near-invisible mind stealer, it would have taken Vortex from us if it wasn't for one of Teddy's thrumbos screaming at a glimpse of it. All these things came with malice and only brought blood forth as we fought them.

Only one had yet to bring pain, an obelisk as black as the starless night, fallen from the sky 3 days before. I'd had yet to go near it, but as curiosity called, I had to relent. The imposing sculpture, as if placed on top of my vision instead of in the reality of our valley. I kept my distance initially, it felt as if dread almost radiated from its core. I think I heard Inko yell out momentarily, likely one of his mechs malfunctioning during a repair. Nearing the obelisk, its surface looked so smooth, not an imperfection or indent the human eye could see. I gingerly reached out my hand to feel it. And as my fingers hit the cold metal, it felt like lightning struck.

Everything went, every sense overloaded, pain, comfort, hot, cold, every nerve, every synapse, every neuron, everything at once. It felt as if my soul was burning, it may of been. My hand jerked back from the thing. The agony felt like it lasted eons, but I hadn't even had the time to start screaming. I collapsed in a heap, trying to recover from the shock. As my body started to obey me again, I tried to get up, I reached out, and someone grabbed my hand to help me. My eyes, still barely functioning, tried to make out who it was. As information started to flow through them, I nearly collapsed again. I looked up as they hoisted me to my feet and peered straight into my own eyes.

That's when I finally screamed, they had the same eyes, same face, same clothes, same everything down to the scar on my left hand that I got when I was 5 chasing a muffalo. It was indescribable, the confusion and terror. My face, my body, my clothes, but not me. A thousand questions ran. I met my gaze to ask at least one of the dashing thoughts and saw they were shared, but in that moment, my skin finally decided to reconnect to the rest of my nerves, and the cold, cold winter breeze hit. I had my clothes, but I did not. I watched as the realization uncannily started to dawn on my face as it dawned in my own mind. I wasn't me anymore.

As we both also realized I wouldn't stand the cold, we made our way back home. The path simultaneously familiar, but unknown. Thoughts still ran rampant, fear and confusion eating away. We neared the base and I heard my voice call out for help, my own voice chilled to barely a whisper. The others quickly gathered and for a moment, I felt like it was going to be okay, but Vortex quickly readied his charge pistol. A chilling instant passed, but felt like ages before I heard myself tell him to lower it. She tried to explain, but neither of us really knew what had happened. All everyone else saw was me and something else.

I ended up quarantined and tested for a while, but they found nothing awry. I got released back into the colony, but it doesn't feel like home anymore. The animals that had nuzzled in the evenings now recoil from my hand. I'm only seen as not her. They occasionally forget, but return at realizing the error. Only myself sees me as her, but it's cautious as I have her mind and her mine. Seeing yourself as not you never eases. I've taken up the minor tasks no one else wanted to do before retreating to our room to write before things start to deteriorate. I want to leave something that would show I'm me, not just a part of her, behind. The obelisk wasn't perfect. There's a slow droning in the back of both of our minds, it grows ever worse with each day and we both know what it means. Our mind was split and it can't last apart forever. We agreed to keep it quiet until the others start to notice, but we know what choice will need to be made, and it won't be a difficult one for them. I'm just the copy.

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ROMAN COINS???

Idk my coins, but their just simple plastic gimmick coins.

They are now my prized possessions regardless

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Been like a month since I took this at a renfaire but oh well it goes hard as fuck.

I got some coin for my services, now I can afford to research the plague instead of handing out mercury saturated leaves.

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So many myths and legends about fate and inevitably. And in near every one of them someone goes "No, not only will I not follow, I am going to do the exact opposite."

No matter how cosmically ordained or divinely reinforced, someone tries to defy.

I think that speaks to something within us, some instinctal urge to believe that anything is possible, no matter how truly impossible it actually is.

I think that's where hope comes from.

I think that's nice.

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Such a fun quirk the way videogame muscle memory works.

Why am I trying to call a helldivers hellbomb in satisfactory.

Why did I attempt to fly with satisfactory's jetpack in ultrakill

Why has my brain decided that blade & sorcery slow motion is something I can do

Like what, hold on, why was that written into my instincts, it won't work here

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Everytime he flies

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then you need to get yourself a better dictionary

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hope's a good emotion