Replica
In a world where memories can be bought and sold, a man discovers that he might not be who he thinks he is.
Memory is currency.
At least, that’s what the signs said over the neon-drenched streets of New Shanghai.
Dane Voss had traded memories before — a childhood birthday, a first kiss — moments exchanged for cold credits.
It wasn’t unusual.
But when a stranger pressed a chip into his hand in a crowded market and whispered, "You forgot who you are," everything changed.
Curious, Dane loaded the chip.
Suddenly, flashes:
Standing on a barren plain under twin suns.
Faces he didn’t know, calling him “Commander.”
A ship — not from Earth — burning through a violet sky.
He staggered into the street.
All around him, people smiled — too wide, too false — as if waiting for him to notice.
Above, the advertisement screens flickered.
"Forget. Obey. Repeat."
And somewhere, deep inside,
Dane remembered he wasn’t supposed to be here at all.
He was never meant to survive the crash.
At least, that’s what the signs said over the neon-drenched streets of New Shanghai.
Dane Voss had traded memories before — a childhood birthday, a first kiss — moments exchanged for cold credits.
It wasn’t unusual.
But when a stranger pressed a chip into his hand in a crowded market and whispered, "You forgot who you are," everything changed.
Curious, Dane loaded the chip.
Suddenly, flashes:
Standing on a barren plain under twin suns.
Faces he didn’t know, calling him “Commander.”
A ship — not from Earth — burning through a violet sky.
He staggered into the street.
All around him, people smiled — too wide, too false — as if waiting for him to notice.
Above, the advertisement screens flickered.
"Forget. Obey. Repeat."
And somewhere, deep inside,
Dane remembered he wasn’t supposed to be here at all.
He was never meant to survive the crash.
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