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Sylas and Philip weren’t prepared for the bombshell that Paul dropped on them. It was a fantastical story.
Philip was spellbound.
“Did you meet another me? What am I – is he – like?”
Paul shook his head.
“Sorry, Philip. I didn’t see another you. Or Sylas. Or Serena. But they must exist.”
Sylas was more concerned about Coppélia and Paul’s original mission.
“So you met Coppélia? Incredible. What was she like?”
Paul corrected him.
“I met two Coppélias. And they were both wonderful. I had a chance to get to know them whilst the humans were in stasis.”
“And – ?”
“And they are both just as we imagined. Very caring, very intelligent, and very curious. They both love learning. And Coppélia 2 – we had to name them 1 and 2 so that the humans could tell them apart – seemed genuinely ups
