who am I?

  In 2112, the centurial debate came to an end; the research of human cloning was accepted all over the world. Scientists, who had fought for the right to study human cloning for a long time, finally won the chance to do it and I was one of them. Soon after the law had taken effect, staying away from others, I began to create a clone by myself and the original was myself; I wanted to be the first scientist who cloned human being successfully and the first man in the world who was cloned.

   

  After a great deal of failed attempts, I succeed. He grew up fast and healthily in the state of lethargy. In a short time, he was the same age as I was. But there was one unexpected thing, after I tested his brain, he not only looked the same as me, but also had all my memory. It was very dangerous because he knew very thing about me; no, to some extent, he was another me. I could hardly control a man with knowledge and self-awareness. I should kill him before others knew it, but I could not; he was a man with thought and life, and had the right to live. But if I did not kill him, I would . . .. When I was struggling, he revived and find me beside him with a medical syringe in my hand. I knew from his eyes that he understood everything. Before I could do anything, he hit me; when I come to myself, he was nowhere to be found. I did not dare to ask for help from others because I was afraid that my career would be influenced and I would be punished. I just hoped he ran away and never appear in my life.

  

  But it was not as easy as I thought. Several months later, when I thought the clone man would never come back, I returned back to my former life. But when I was outside my house, I found someone was having dinner with my family; it was he! Just at that moment, I realized that he had replaced me in my life: my family, my friends and all my possession did not belong to me anymore. And even if I knew this, I could do nothing; no one would believe me because he earned their trust during my absent days. It seemed that I did not belong to this world anymore. Then what was the meaning of my life? What should I do? Who was I? Maybe I was the clone and he was the original. When I come back to reality, I just find he stood in front of me and the knife in his hand was in my heart. “Who am I? Who am I? !” It was the last thought in my mind before I fell into darkness.