She stared at him as the ‘dinner’ alarm went off then and Sharp pushed her away from him, waiting for her feet to steady before saying, “Go eat, I’ll meet you tonight- when your room ‘bunkies’ are asleep.” Nodding absentmindedly, Sharp left her with a warning. “I mean it Elizabeth, eat.” Liz forced her food down for she had lost her appetite, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew she would need her strength for what Sharp was about to tell her. They had gills? Should she tell her friends what they were, now or when she had more information? Tomorrow, she’ll tell them…hopefully she would have processed her being dead by then. This must be a sick joke- or maybe she’s asleep. This is a nightmare- pinching herself proved she was awake when the pain scorched her flesh. Gills? How does that work because she remembers how much she dislikes water with depth. Touching her faded scars- no gills he said. How far did science reach...was that the reason for the apocalypse- science study? A surge

After an unrestful night, and still undecided, Liz held back in telling her friends the truth, a bit. She figured she might ease it in…day by day …perhaps weeks? It took another day to settle that it took three months to create a clone replica and that she’d died and died and died again. Just why had her clones attempted to escape from here really? Is it what Sharp had said- that they’d been confused when awaked with the assault of memories? Was this place friend or foe? The next morning Liv signed up for garden duty because she needed to eat. That’s it…at least until she gathered her bearings and figured out her place here. Who knows maybe they might need her skillset, elsewhere. It was a good tactic done by Bio Lab- ensure everyone works for better production but limit food as it is now the most important thing after survival. Matt and Randall followed her example although they still whined about being out in the field- the wrong field that is, but less. More food has a wa

Liz At early dawn, they saw them returning and hurried back to their room before the others noticed. They were all the first to shower in their rooms except Lane and Matt who got bunked together. Then came down to breakfast as if all was well and pretended to not know what was happening. Lieutenant Sharp and his team were leaving when Liz arrived, having the option of eating first. Her zapper was also part of the team. Troy. She had been the first to get there out of her friends, she realised and wondered if now was a good time to let him know her intention. Nobody was injured or bloodied she notes but not surprised one bit. She knew what they were capable of. But the lieutenant left after giving her a once-over look. Sharp came to find her as breakfast was over, pulling her into an empty room. “Are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept?” He folds his hands, crossing his ankles as he rests his head on the wall. How observant. “I’m fine just tired, “she returns with a furrow o

Lieutenant Sharp Hours later they were exhausted and laid sprawled on the sand breathing heavily. The three ship’s crew and radio- were all dead. The young lieutenant had a deep vertical frown set between his eyebrows. Liz was soft-bellied- she wasn’t like them. She hadn’t killed anyone, just thrown them overboard or broken their bones, leaving them.  Sharp had to be the clean-up guy after her, so the others wouldn’t notice and report back to the commander. There’s no telling what they would do to her- run more tests? Day after day, month after month, year after year like the rest that was locked away? Or end her ‘miserable’ life, as ‘they’ would normally say when a clone was declared useless to ‘them’. By they and them, he meant the doctors and scientists who worked to give him- them the clones, an existence. Liz might not be able to endure it. This was the reason why she ran the first time. Sharp was beginning to see just how inhuman it all is. He- they all might be clones…rep

“I didn’t realize…” Sharp began, but Elizabeth cut him off and ended the conversation. He had to bring it up again the next day for her to talk about it. “I know you might find this hard to believe but I used to have this electronic brain in my head, and she used to be my best friend.” Liz confided in Marcus Min Lee. Even though it's in her head, she berates herself for using his full name. She still hadn’t gotten used to him not being her Marcus- not even hers but the other Liz. Knowing and accepting is so...difficult. Besides, she thought he was trustworthy. He felt...genuine somehow. And she had so much inside her head that needed to come out. Her brain needed...air. Some space. Her head felt heavy and similar to a chaotic mess. It was just too much to process everything. It was either him or running to the other side of the forest and screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t even know if that was a normal human reaction or if it was a defect with her. Marcus Sharp sai