The knife was dripping the fresh blood of the fallen man that lay out in front of me. I staggered, felt dizzy and fell to my knees upon the horrid revelation that the man in front of was me. Baffled at this I rose to my feet taking in to account the room I was in.

A small windowless room with no door that could be seen, an extremely bright spot light illuminated the center of the room: where I was standing and where the body was laying. The knife fell from my hands and landed heavily on the concrete floor, as I knelt to examine the body.

Alike in every way imaginable, same nose, same scar on the forehead, same tattoo on the knuckle ‘Victory or death’. The only noticeable difference was the long deep gash across his throat and my throat was untouched. Looking closer I noticed a horrifying absence    of a knife anywhere on or around the body.

I took in a deep pained breath trying in vain to remember the events that transpired only moments ago. But where the memory of a fight should be, only blackness.

“Good very, good” a voice echoed. You killed without hesitation even if your opposite was defenseless.

Startled I jumped back, knelt down and in one fell swoop I had the knife in my hand.

I heard a deep whooshing sound somewhere in the distance and I felt air rush in to the room.

Three masked figures entered the light. I turned putting my weight on my back foot, knife extended.

“Be careful I think its going to be hostile” one said as it took a step back.

The nearest of the three stepped closer, and revealed a long staff life object: long and metal shaft and a purple glowing light one the end pointed at me.

I changed to a more defensive position: knife perpendicular to the ground other hand up palm facing the three men.

The rod shot forward at blinding speed, I had no time to dodge and I heard a sizzling sound as the rod contacted my skin. Although I felt no pain, the sizzling continued and the world went black.

“Good morning” Chirped a small robot. My head felt like as if I had just run head first in to a brick wall.

Then in one swift solid motion the robot latched on to me and flung me from my bed to a tub of ice cold water. As soon as I was immersed in the water it all came back to me:

I am a clone, I was bred to be the perfect soldier. The perfect killer. I was bred to kill without hesitation and without warning.

“Clone 1993 was a success sir.” Said a hooded figure as he entered the command center.

“Self awareness was the key?” replied a tentacles creature from behind a desk.

“Begin mass production”