It's been a while since I last had a journal like this. I did them a lot when I was little, but those are all gone now. Well, I guess I am still pretty little. I'm only 12 right now, though if I've done the math right I've experienced 27 years. I know quite the gap, and it's only going to keep growing. I suppose I should clarify for future reference. Really I guess I should just summarize the beginning of my life. After all I am not getting any younger. Suppose I'll do both save some time.
I was born into a rather small family, I have two older twin sisters, a mom and a dad. That is all the family I have ever known, don't know if there is anybody else, but I am getting sidetracked. My father was an inventor he had gifted mind and a talent for creating unique machines, I always thought he might have been part dwarf because of the beard, but never asked. He also had a power that none of us knew about until things spiralled out of control.
My mom was tall, fair skinned from being inside all the time, and had hair as black as pitch. She had the ability to put machines together with her mind and take them apart. Though she needed an intimate understand of the design, her power complement my father's ability perfectly. They always seemed happy together. They made money by selling their tech to the highest bidder or taking custom orders. That why we lived in the middle of nowhere. Or that's at least what they told us.
My sister's were twins, were and are inseparable. I was told they had the same raven hair as mom, but I don't remember. When they were 6 they came into there powers. The both possessed a powerful affinity for magic. This change also turned their hair from black to pure silver. I think they are noctomancers or something like that, it's been awhile since I asked. Any way they they could do a lot of fancy tricks and I think they were more powerful at night. Damn I really need to ask.
Anyways after they got their powers dad started having them train and began to design trinkets to boost their powers. This all happened right before my third birthday. I think it might have been because I was lonely or something, but after my birthday I woke up to find a duplicant of myself laying next to me. Unlike the flashy show that was my sister's gaining power mine was quite and almost unnoticed. Well when my mom came to wake me up she freaked out, until she realized we were identical. And this is when my time started to slow.
My original abilities was just to create a single copy of myself, and reabsorb it. When I reabsorbed it I got everything. Like I got to live the same day twice. I mean, kinda. I was living the same day concurrently so it wasn't like I could change anything that happened. I just got everything the duplicant did as I did it. Note the original duplicant was not mindless. In fact it was an exact copy of me so it had the same thought processes as myself. So when I relived the memory the duplicant did everything as I would have at the time.
Unfortunately, that was the limit of my ability, I could create a living breathing exact duplicate of myself. My parents wanted to see if I could push the ability and maybe become something like a hive mind or a spliter. I was already like both, just the worst parts of both. Spliters could create hundreds or thousands of clones that would burst like balloons with slight damage. These clones could be give instructions that would be followed out to the letter. No higher thought process or living tissue. A hive mind just controls a large number of living creatures like we control fingers and toes. Both spliters and hive minds were extremely useful in warfare, and were mostly used instead of actual troops.
I could create another living being, but I couldn't control it or give it orders. It was just another me after all. So 3 years passed with my parents running all sorts of tests on me and my sisters trying to boost our powers. The had moderate success with my sister, but less success with me. After 3 years I finally managed to create another duplicant, but I don't think it was anything to do with my parents testing. I think it was just time. After all, powers change and grow over time so even though my power was weak it could still get better. We will see though.
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Right after I got my second duplicant is when things started to get bad. You see my father started to become obsessed with this idea of creating his own city state. Plenty of places had done it since the emergence of powers. New countries and kingdoms seemed to appear on the new every week and then were gone the next. And our father wanted to join the trend. Well who can blame him, two powerful daughters as guardians a son who would be an army on to himself, my mother and him to make weapons for the cause, what could go wrong?
Everything.
Our father had the uniquely unpleasant ability to sway other people to his line of thinking. The more he was obsessed with something the more those around him would be obsessed with it too. It affected my mom badly. One minute she would be talking about trying to make something that could help normal people, and the next she was considering the best was to atomize them.
Okay maybe not exactly, but you get my point. She had been around our father so long she could no longer separate her wants from his. My sisters figured out what was happening eventually, but it was years too late. They probably noticed the odd stray thought about toppling the nearby city state or wanting to make people subservient to father. Living everyday twice I noticed faster than them, but didn't put the pieces together until they told me.
They confronted father when they turned 15 and thought they were strong enough. When they told our mother that she was being manipulated something inside her clicked in to place, and the she broke apart. Having to question if you actually loved someone or they just made you feel that way can throw a lot into doubt.
She said she need some air, and walked out of the house. My sisters who currently subduing our father told me to go after her. We lived in a very mountainous reign, good for defense, bad for large populations. I caught up to mom just in time to watch her throw herself into a canyon. I stared at the spot where she disappeared over the edge for hours, which can be tripled because of my clones. After what seemed like a year my sisters showed up, dad gaged and bound, asking where mom was. I could only point, too numb to even sob. After my sisters saw there was a great deal of sobbing, even from my father. He had actually loved my mother, but it might not have been a two way street.
After a lot of crying we packed some food and headed to a nearby city. On the way our father made no effort to escape or even move really. It was on this three week trek that my fourth clone appeared. This one came with the ability to selectively absorb or not absorb anything from a duplicant. For example bad memories. Just for an example.
I could get rid of all the bad stuff, like seeing Mom kill herself. I don't know if I should. More thinking is required. On another note when we entered the city and handed over father, my sisters lied and then I lied. My sisters said that our father forced our mom to kill herself, I guess not technically a lie but not really the truth either. When the guards asked me what happened I told them that me and my brother saw everything and confirmed our sisters story. Yeah that's right brother, I figured the we could pretend to be brothers with a duplicant each. I'll need a job eventually and it'll be easier to pretend to be two people and earn enough money at two low paying jobs than having to try and get a high paying one.
But that's nothing to worry about now. The government is supplying me a nice apartment, because my sisters volunteered for "hero training" and after that a few years military service. Since they are my only family and are serving the state instead of taking care of me, the state will provide for me. I have until I am 18 then I have to work. I'm glad my sisters were on board with the fake identity thing, or maybe they were just to preoccupied with themselves to care.
So I have 6 years multiples by 4 for a total 24 more years until I have to work. 3 years on my own, 3 years with 2 of me, and 6 years with 3. That's 3+6+18 for a total of 27 years. So mentally I have lived for 27 years. This is going to quite the strange life isn't it?