CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
A deep sense of unreality hit me when I looked at the clone of me sleeping inside that capsule. It was sort of like looking into a mirror, except far more surreal. I had felt somewhat this way when I first saw my twin brother White Lightning, but this was even weirder. White might have been my twin, but this thing was my literal clone. It was genetically identical to me in every way … and if he was anything like Phaser or the Neo-Killer, then he might even have my personality and memories, too, somehow.
“At a loss for words?” said Seth, putting his hands on his hips. “I understand. Most people do not know how to handle seeing their clones for the first time. Hell, the first time I cloned myself, I found it a surreal experience. Nonetheless, it is very real.”
“Great,”
