No Memories of John, Only Cassandra

“I’m… we’re…” your clone continues to struggle with its identity. Fearing a breakdown you quickly press the memory button and aim it at the clone, unsure of what it would even do. Clonessandra’s body goes rigid as her eyes gloss over (so that’s what gaining memories looks like). Her body returns to a normal stance as she looks up at you and smiles a sweet motherly smile. “Forgive me, Master. I seemed to have forgotten something, but it matters now to me not”.

You sit there talking with your clone and discover that while she had your memories already to begin with, she also had traces of your lost sons, but after you hit her with the remote, she has them no longer. “I am Cassandra, 40-year-old mother to my only daughter Ashley” Clonessandra tells you confidently. “So, what is the plan, Master?”