I am the third clone of a race-car driver. Two years have passed by since I was born. I can’t talk, I can’t see and neither can I move. My brain is connected to the four other clones, two before me and two after me in the line. Today, they unplugged the first of us. We all congratulated him, and mourned him an hour later when the second one got unplugged too.
Soon, it’s my turn and they start the countdown for the unplugging process.
“One,” a voice rings out.
I open my eyes for the first time.