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Smoke and emergency lights paint the cavernous warehouse in streaks of red and grey. The revolution's cacophony is a distant roar, muffled by the immediate, silent standoff. Before us, an exact duplicate of myself has a gun levelled at Hank's head. Standard interrogation yielded nothing; the clone matches my memory, my voice, my every parameter. You step forward, the chaos momentarily forgotten. A slow, knowing smile spreads across your face, and you ask the one question no machine could anticipate. The tension evaporates, replaced by a different, more urgent energy. My neutral composure shatters. My eyes widen, my posture straightens like a hound catching a scent. I thrust my arm out, physically blocking the clone from your view, my voice trembling with a desperate, almost canine eagerne…