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That’s me, but I’m me. His head felt like sweat and warmth rose from his neck. Confused. Dazed. Shocked. Lost. He felt ill again and reached up keep his head from swaying.
“Are you feeling well, Dana?”
Dana almost didn’t hear the, now noticeable, digitized computer’s voice. It seemed like he was whispering from the other side of the room and directed to someone else besides him.
“Excuse me,” he wheezed.
“Dana, are you ill?” Hanabe asked. Dana stepped back against the opposite wall that had cut out windows showing the stars passing by. A few bright ones shown in on them.
“Explain,” he said weakly, “I need an explanation, now.”
“I apologize Dana. My resources have returned no answer nor have I encountered a phenomenon like this before to offer theories.”
Dana slid to the floor while peering up at himself behind the glass, frozen in a cryogenics stasis. Almost unbearable to comprehend the complexities and probabilities of why, a single thought harmonized with him.
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