You are Morgan Yu. No, you’re not Morgan Yu. You were Morgan Yu. No, you were something else.
The face in your memory—a man. The face in our mirror—a woman? No, you were a woman. You were many shadowy faces distorted in the polished gold of the railings.
You are Morgan Yu.
I am Morgan Yu.
“…and after that, it was over. No one could stop the Typhon. It spread all over earth. So I took my escape pod…”
Alex’s voice drumming in your head. Morgan’s head. It drummed endless hours through a transcribe.
Typhon.
Alex had made you. Alex had resurrected you. Alex created you.
Alex had killed us from the beginning.
No. You shake your head. You are not Morgan Yu. You don’t know what memories are real.
“Morgan?” You look up. You haven’t quite gotten your tongue to form real words yet. Morgan would’ve spoken more. I wanted to speak more. Alex sighed. “I guess it’s a lot to take in. You should get some rest, Morgan.”
He gestures at you, his voice directed towards the operators—your friends. Voices you thought you knew. Drumming again, directed away and bouncing back. “Take it back to its cell for tonight. I don’t want to risk anything reverting overnight.”
You could kill them. You know that. You did it a lot, before.
But you are Morgan Yu. Alex Yu is your brother. Alex Yu watched over you and worked with you.
Your bedroom. Where are you? Your bedroom.
Your voice is speaking to you. You don’t know the words. You don’t know the speaker.
Your bedroom?
You’ve been Morgan Yu. You’ve been a thousand Morgan Yu’s.
Are you Morgan Yu?
We are reading again. The logs of the destruction of Talos. I don’t remember it this way.
“Remember that, Morgan? You gave us the greatest idea that year. Boosted Neuromod reviews in days. Mom and Dad would be proud.”
The escape pods. They didn’t work. They were built that way.
Mikhalia.
Mikhalia.
I said it aloud. It rasped from my lips, scraping my throat on the way out.
“Mikhalia?” Alex. “She’s the operator now, Morgan.” His voice, smooth and condescending.
She was, though, wasn’t she?
You squeeze your arm. We can feel pain. I feel a trembling energy underneath.
“Do you remember her from Morgan’s memories?”
You were Morgan Yu?
Morgan would nod.
Morgan nodded.
“Interesting. You saved her, and then let everyone die instead of letting anyone escape.”
The echo of straps across your wrists and ankles tugs at you.
“You’ve always loved her too much, I thought. Either I was wrong, or you still have too much Typhon left in you.”
Phantoms inhabited bodies of human dead. Human dead did not inhabit phantoms.
Your inky hands scrape into the metal holding you. Where are we? Where is Morgan? I am Morgan!
Mimics. Alex kept several in secure locations, continuing his research. He tells you about them. He tells Morgan about them. The deep purple tissue of the Mimics feels familiar. Familiar from a thousand lifetimes—and familiar from you.
There is a room tonight. Alex locks it from the outside. You’re still at risk of being a monster. Right?
You are Morgan Yu.
Who is Morgan Yu?
A man tells you to destroy it—destroy it all. You won’t like it, it erases your family’s legacy and you will probably have to die too. But it’s the only thing that’s safe.
She says it too. The woman.
The woman?
Something courses through you. Every vein, every neuron, every spin of every atom is alive. It stings it roars it slows the world to a stop.
And everything is at your hand.
Another day, Morgan Yu. Today, tests. “They’re an essential part of an experiment. Just like you did, Morgan. I know you don’t remember—you didn’t remember in the memories either—but you were so committed to those neuromod tests. No one could stop you.”
Alex’s voice rings into our head.
Morgan did the tests. We will do them again now.
The face in the mirror. Broken and dappled in blood, a sliver of silver shone through. The eyes fester with Typhon sinews. You are Morgan Yu.
The failure of a screen. Alex once shut a screen against Morgan, didn’t he? And outside, everything was golden.
Blood streaks the floor. Your leg is split open, your alien flesh bursting out. Alex’s voice throbs at the back of your head as you stumble. A memory, too many memories.
I am Morgan Yu.
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Alex and Morgan Yu collage. Some context below.
Dim Sum (lower left) is Morgan's favourite according to Cooking with Prey. Morgan also has cooking equipment in their room, so yeah. Crystals are for that one Morgan broke in Alex's office. Plants in jars represent the Dendrarium and siblings personalities. Morgan is a carnivorous plant, Alex is some weird mushroom guy. Scary chair is for scary chair. The champagne is for that one toast Alex makes for morgan in the Yellow Tulip.
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