“We had successfully located the Fringe hideout and the Nomakininan Baptist Church!”

“Heading to the north, we had established our target.”

“Prepare to deploy battle drones, anti-terrorism bots, and our final secret weapon of mass destruction Code 3…”

“What? Code 3? Are you sure? The President's son is in their hands!”

“Our leader would simply sacrifice his own son for the greater good of our nation!”

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“Once Kym fully recovers, we may start to rebuild our settlement!”

“Yeah, our previous plan had been stalled for years! We really need an urban planning genius like Akym.”

“Well, don’t you all forget that he is the clone of Vybranny after all, the greatest strategist in the world.”

“Shut up Doc! Kym is Kym! He is different.”

Akym sat quietly without adding a word. His memory hasn't fully recovered, and had no clue of what they were talking about.

“It still depends on the choice he made. Isn’t it, Vybranny?” Old Doc stared at him in his eyes. The old man had known his originator too well.

“Surely, we are not merely the product of our own genes alone. Our experience played a large role in our lives. I still can't believe you’ll fall in love with this basket Benji!”

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“Hmm, really? Seems like they did a very good job on the brain surgery. Did they really fix you? Hun? If so, then I might have a chance.” Havana gracefully extended her hand, gently stroke Akym’s cheek. Out of jealousy, Benji slapped her hand away from the handsome man.

“Stop it! I won’t allow!”

Staring at the blueprint on the table, his mind was congested by distorted images. He felt an urge. An urge he never understood, a feeling, a desire, staring at Benji, he wished to hold his hands. But he slightly opened his mouth, trying to call for his name, Benji, Benji… but something else came out through his throat.

“You need to migrate your soul, you are too old and your physical body may not last long.”

“You are supposed to fix your brain out of your dysphoria, not your body.”

“It is better to erase your flawed soul and let your body house a better perfect soul.”

Old Doc, Havana and Benji were all shocked, as much as they were all offended by the words that came out from Akym’s mouth, they knew he just had the brain surgery. They knew there was a difference between the previous Akym compared to the one they had now.

“Does this mean, there’s no hope to get Kym back?” Benji avoided eye contact, trying to hide his sadness, controlling his wetted eyes.

“According to the study, he must keep taking prescriptions in order to fully remove his previous soul. There might still be hope, Benji. Akym, the previous Akym might still be sleeping, deep in his brain.” said Old Doc.

Havana was speechless. She grabbed Benji and pulled him to her shoulder. Providing a comfort place for him to shed his tears. She stared straight into Akym’s eyes. Noticing the moment when she hugged Benji, Akym’s irises were twitching. And she sensed there was still hope in him.

“Yes, Doc’s right! There’re still chances that Akym will be back!”