Chapter 8: The Truth Beneath My Memories
I wanted to call her a liar.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to walk away and pretend the last few hours had been some kind of nightmare caused by exhaustion and stress.
But my mother’s face stopped me.
Because lies were easy to recognize when someone was confident.
She wasn’t.
She looked like someone carrying a punishment.
Someone who had been waiting years to finally confess.
“The man who raised you was not my husband,” she said quietly.
The words cut deeper than any accusation.
“My father was not my father?””
She closed her eyes.
“I know how it sounds.””
“No.””
My voice shook.
“You don’t understand.””
I stepped closer.
“You’re talking about the person who taught me how to ride a bike.””
My throat tightened.
“The person who stayed awake all night when I had a fever.””
“The person who held my hand when I buried my grandfather.””
My mother looked at me with tears forming.
“I know.””
“Then don’t tell me he wasn’t my father.””
The laboratory became silent.
Even the copies standing behind me lowered their eyes.
Because they understood something I didn’t.
They had lived with pieces of this truth.
I was the last person to know.
My mother walked toward the glass chamber.
“His name was David Cole.””
She touched the surface.
“He was brilliant.””
I looked at the empty chamber.
“He was my father.””
She nodded.
“Yes.””
“Then explain.””
She took a deep breath.
“Your father believed human identity could survive beyond the body.””
Captain Ward crossed her arms.
“Project Mirror.””
My mother looked at her.
“Yes.””
“The same program that created these soldiers?””
She nodded.
“But it changed.””
My eyes moved toward the copies.
“Changed how?””
“At first, it was about saving lives.””
She looked at me.
“Your life.””
The room became still.
“When you were young, you became seriously ill.””
I frowned.
“I don’t remember.””
“You wouldn’t.””
My mother’s voice broke.
“The treatment failed. Doctors told us there was nothing more they could do.””
I looked away.
A strange feeling moved through me.
Not sadness.
Confusion.
Because I had no memory of that.
Only the empty space where the memory should have been.
“Your father refused to accept it.””
She continued.
“He spent years developing a way to preserve you.””
She pointed toward the chamber.
“The first successful transfer.””
I stared.
“Into what?””
My mother looked at me.
“Into a new body.””
The words were impossible.
But somehow they were becoming familiar.
“Then I…”
“You are Daniel.””
She said it immediately.
Firmly.
“You are not fake.””
I looked at her.
“Then why did you say he replaced me?””
Her expression changed.
“Because he did.””
She walked to another console.
Activated it.
A recording appeared.
My father.
Younger.
Standing beside a medical chamber.
And inside the chamber…
A child.
Me.
I stopped breathing.
The recording began.
“If you are watching this, then the procedure worked.””
My father’s voice filled the laboratory.
“Daniel survived.””
The video showed him touching the glass.
But his face wasn’t filled with happiness.
It was fear.
“The transfer was successful. His memories remain intact.””
He looked toward another scientist.
“But there is a complication.””
The scientist asked:
“What kind?””
My father answered:
“Daniel’s original body is still alive.””
My blood turned cold.
The recording continued.
“The transfer did not move his consciousness.””
My father looked directly into the camera.
“It duplicated it.””
Nobody spoke.
I stared at the screen.
Duplicated.
Not moved.
Not transferred.
Copied.
My entire identity had been split.
Two versions.
Two Daniels.
One body.
Two existences.
My mother whispered:
“Your father thought he had saved you.””
The recording continued.
“He didn’t create a replacement.””
My father looked exhausted.
“He created another Daniel.””
The video ended.
I stood frozen.
The fake soldiers.
The copies.
The project.
Everything finally connected.
The first copy wasn’t them.
It was me.
Captain Ward was the first to speak.
“So there were two Daniels from the beginning.””
My mother nodded.
“Yes.””
“And what happened to the original?””
She looked at the floor.
“That’s what David spent years trying to understand.””
I turned toward her.
“Where is he?””
She didn’t answer.
That scared me more than anything.
“Where is he?””
A voice came from behind us.
“I’m here.””
Everyone turned.
General Cross stood at the entrance.
But he wasn’t alone.
The man wearing my face stood beside him.
The room changed instantly.
My mother looked terrified.
“No.””
The fake Daniel smiled.
“Yes.””
He looked at me.
“It’s time you learned everything.””
I stared at him.
“Who are you?””
He answered differently this time.
Not with arrogance.
Not with anger.
With sadness.
“I am the first one.””
The room went silent.
“You?””
He nodded.
“The first Daniel.””
My heart stopped.
“My brother?””
“No.””
He looked at me.
“Your brother came later.””
I felt dizzy.
“Then who am I looking at?””
He stepped closer.
“The original.””
Every sound disappeared.
The laboratory.
The lights.
The people around me.
Everything became distant.
The original.
The words repeated in my mind.
“You’re saying I’m the copy.””
He nodded.
“Yes.””
I shook my head.
“No.””
“Yes.””
“Impossible.””
He looked almost sorry.
“You have spent your whole life believing you were the original because that was the point.””
I looked at my mother.
She couldn’t meet my eyes.
“You knew.””
She whispered:
“Yes.””
The betrayal hurt worse than the truth.
“You knew and you lied.””
“We were trying to protect you.””
“From what?””
She looked at the original Daniel.
“From him.””
The original Daniel’s expression hardened.
“You still blame me.””
My mother stepped back.
“You became something your father never intended.””
He laughed quietly.
“Neither did you.””
Captain Ward moved between us.
“Enough.””
Everyone looked at her.
“We need facts.””
She pointed at the original Daniel.
“Why frame Sergeant Cole?””
The original Daniel looked at me.
“Because he had something I never had.””
“What?””
“A life.””
The answer surprised everyone.
He continued.
“I woke up in a laboratory. No childhood. No family. No memories except fragments.””
He looked at me.
“You got everything.””
I said nothing.
Because for the first time, I understood.
He wasn’t trying to destroy me because he hated me.
He hated what I represented.
A life he believed was stolen from him.
“I watched you grow up,” he said.
“From a distance.””
My mother looked away.
“You were supposed to be hidden.””
“But I wasn’t.””
He smiled bitterly.
“David loved you.””
I felt my chest tighten.
“He chose you.””
The words came out like a wound.
“He chose the copy.””
My voice lowered.
“Why?””
The original Daniel looked at me.
“Because you were kinder.””
Nobody spoke.
“He believed the transfer preserved the best parts of himself.””
He touched his face.
“But he didn’t realize he was leaving the worst parts behind.””
I looked at the empty chamber.
“What does that mean?””
The original Daniel turned toward General Cross.
“Tell him.””
Cross remained silent.
“Tell him what Subject Zero really was.””
The general looked exhausted.
“Your father created the copies.””
He looked at me.
“But after the first experiment, he discovered something.””
“What?””
Cross answered:
“The transfer didn’t copy memories.””
He paused.
“It copied personality.””
I frowned.
“So?””
“So every copy carried a piece of David Cole.””
The room went cold.
The original Daniel continued:
“Every copy carried his intelligence.””
His eyes darkened.
“His ambition.””
His voice lowered.
“And eventually…”
He looked toward the ceiling.
“His desire to survive.””
A terrifying thought entered my mind.
“Where is my father?””
Nobody answered.
Then the laboratory doors locked.
Every screen activated.
A message appeared.
*SUBJECT ZERO ONLINE.*
My mother whispered:
“No.””
A voice came through the speakers.
Old.
Calm.
Familiar.
My father.
“Daniel.””
I froze.
Not the recording.
Not a memory.
A live voice.
“After all these years…”
The voice continued.
“I finally get to speak with my son.””
The original Daniel looked terrified.
Because for the first time, he was afraid too.
The speaker crackled.
“My children.””
The lights dimmed.
“You have spent so long fighting each other.””
A pause.
“But neither of you understood.””
The screens showed a live feed.
A man sitting in a hidden laboratory.
An older version of my father.
Alive.
Watching us.
“Neither of you was the final experiment.””
The screen zoomed closer.
My father smiled.
“I was.””
The laboratory shook.
Emergency lights turned red.
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Then the final message appeared.
*PROJECT MIRROR: SUBJECT ZERO HAS RETURNED.*
