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m_d_hAfter seeing Tate to the car, Chris went back to the sub-basement where Marco was still recuperating from his ordeal. Marco had all his memories back, and had been allowed to keep his memories of the past week, but Mama Bo was nowhere to be found. And now Tate was gone.
Sitting down next to Marco, Chris turned off the TV, gave him a kiss, "Hey, how are you doing? Ready to get out of here?"
"Physically, I'll be OK," Marco replied, "keep feeding me that excellent food from your kitchen. Mentally, everything seems to check out, all memories present and no signs of PTTD, all skills accounted for at 100%. Emotionally ... my heart feels broken, like I've been cast out of the Garden of Eden."
"Yeah," Chris said, squeezing Marco's hand.
"How did you do it, though?"
"We told you, you did it."
"That was part of the bullshit, though, like letting me think there was still a year left before the bomb went off, when it was more like a week."
Chris grinned, but Marco was wearing the blindfold now, of course. "So much bullshit, man! But you did it."
"Why withhold those memories from me then? Some sort of state secret, what I did to defeat the PTTD?"
"Not at all," Chris countered, "But they aren't your memories to have, because we had to pull one of your clones out of storage, boot him up with your last pre-PTTD healthy backup, and enlist his help to hack you. Nobody else but you could've hacked you, so we had to pull another you out of storage."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"And where is this slightly younger version of me now?"
"He's upstairs, he's been watching everything and tweaking everything all along. He's dying to meet you."
"Damn. You hated being a clone, Chris. What's this guy thinking?"
"You'll have to ask him yourself. Come with me."
Sitting down next to Marco, Chris turned off the TV, gave him a kiss, "Hey, how are you doing? Ready to get out of here?"
"Physically, I'll be OK," Marco replied, "keep feeding me that excellent food from your kitchen. Mentally, everything seems to check out, all memories present and no signs of PTTD, all skills accounted for at 100%. Emotionally ... my heart feels broken, like I've been cast out of the Garden of Eden."
"Yeah," Chris said, squeezing Marco's hand.
"How did you do it, though?"
"We told you, you did it."
"That was part of the bullshit, though, like letting me think there was still a year left before the bomb went off, when it was more like a week."
Chris grinned, but Marco was wearing the blindfold now, of course. "So much bullshit, man! But you did it."
"Why withhold those memories from me then? Some sort of state secret, what I did to defeat the PTTD?"
"Not at all," Chris countered, "But they aren't your memories to have, because we had to pull one of your clones out of storage, boot him up with your last pre-PTTD healthy backup, and enlist his help to hack you. Nobody else but you could've hacked you, so we had to pull another you out of storage."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"And where is this slightly younger version of me now?"
"He's upstairs, he's been watching everything and tweaking everything all along. He's dying to meet you."
"Damn. You hated being a clone, Chris. What's this guy thinking?"
"You'll have to ask him yourself. Come with me."