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The Day I Met My Clone

It was a normal day at work. I was sitting at my desk, typing away on my computer, when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and saw a man standing there. He looked exactly like me. Same height, same weight, same hair, same eyes, same clothes. He even had the same mole on his left cheek.

“Hi, I’m your clone,” he said with a smile.

I blinked. “My what?”

“Your clone. I was created by a secret government project that wanted to make copies of the most brilliant minds in the world. You are one of them.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

The Day I Met My Clone

He shook his head. “No, I’m serious. Here, look at this.” He handed me a folder with some papers and photos. I opened it and saw a bunch of scientific reports and graphs. They all had my name on them.

“These are your achievements,” he said. “You are a genius in your field. You have made groundbreaking discoveries and inventions that have changed the world. You are a hero.”

I scanned the documents and felt a surge of pride. I had always been passionate about my work, but I didn’t know I was that good.

“Wow, this is amazing,” I said.

“I know, right?” he said. “And that’s why they cloned you. They wanted to have more of you, to multiply your brilliance and creativity. They wanted to make the world a better place.”

I looked at him with admiration. “That’s very noble of them.”

He nodded. “It is. And that’s why I’m here. To meet you and thank you for being my source.”

He reached out his hand and said, “It’s an honor to meet you.”

I smiled and shook his hand. “It’s an honor to meet you too.”

We hugged and felt a bond of kinship.

Then he stabbed me in the back with a knife.

I gasped and fell to the floor, bleeding profusely.

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “Sorry, but there can only be one of us.”

He took the folder from my hand and walked out of the door.

I lay there, dying, and realized that he was not my clone.

He was my impostor.

He had stolen my identity and my achievements.

He had fooled me with his lies.

He had killed me for his own gain.

He was the villain.

And I was the fool.

The end.