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Charles’ plan is mental, a bit like the man himself. I wonder if he’s like the artificial intelligences in the films and video games. You know, if they live too long they start going crazy. That explains it, he’s lost his mind. Not even an A.I. with an IQ in the double digits would suggest doing what he’s suggesting.
So I’m a clone, right, get over it, Jersey. s**t, I should be grateful to be alive. My memories aren’t really mine? Cool, less real people to worry about. Seems my real parents died over half-a-century ago. It’s actually a relief to not have to worry about anyone close. s**t, I’m slipping back into loner mode. But I can’t really, I still have alien Pip to worry about. There’s a hope in the back of mind, but I’m not sure if we can make it happen.
‘Why us?’ I say. ‘Why did
