"Don't try to blow me off. I can stop this at any time." Okay, JED," Marjorie said. She sounded as cool as a cucumber. "We have the three of you hooke...d up to this machine. For want of a better name, we'll call it the Memory Transference Machine. When we start the process, each of you will have their memories transferred from your bodies to your clone's." You're sounding mighty glib, youngun. What happens to our old bodies? Are we going to be able to function in our new bodies? You're not really. Me – don’t you worry sir.He went back and sat back on his place. We waited for 2 more minutes and John walked in with a black tshirt with **** productions (sorry cant disclose the name in public) written on it and a dark red shorts with white socks and white shoes with Marco.John to me – James, it’s time for the show to begin. Can you start all the cameras, please?I just nodded and did the required. I don’t know when Marco left. John grabbed a seat on the left corner of the sofa leaving a bit. "Trash your gum, Lak. Doug, where's your book?" I left it at home." Damn. I see you with one all the time. I didn't even notice." I do put it down when appropriate." Reading was Doug's favorite hobby, novels his steadiest companions. He aspired to become a writer himself one day."So I see. Wouter, fix that posture. Steve, your shoelace is untied. Gotcha! Your fly is unzipped, though. Ha, gotcha twice. Yoshi, as usual you look almost perfect. You might want to put on more Chap Stick. Good.". She had been working far too hard lately. She hadn’t had a thing to eat all day and her mind had played an incredibly cruel trick on her. Julie opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. The marble face she had seen every day for the past week was staring down at her, only it wasn’t the hard, unfeeling marble that she had grown use to. It was a kinder, warmer face that stared down at her with concern. ‘Am I dreaming?’ she asked. ‘No,’ he answered simply. ‘Holy Christ,’ she whispered, her hand.