Legend has it that three people in this world will have identical faces.
When all three people with the same face meet, something will happen.
But a legend is only a legend. No one knows whether there’s any proof that it’s true.
But I know, because although I am "me," I am also not "me."
Or perhaps I should say that there are tens of thousands of "me," and the "me" thinking right now is just one of them.
When "I" have nowhere left to call home, where should I go, and how can I find a place to belong? I... don't know.
PS: Because of the protagonist's personality and background, this book contains a great deal of inner monologue. If that bothers you, please read with caution.
PPS: This book contains a lot of astronomy. All I can say is that I’ll do my best not to stray too far from established knowledge. After all, planetary and astronomical information hasn’t changed much over the past several thousand years. I’ll try my best, so please don’t throw bricks at me TAT.
One more PPS: I know a lot of readers don’t like stories with tragic endings, but I still think this book is heading toward a sad conclusion. After all, humans aren’t gods, and no one knows what might happen when life is created through cloning. This story follows the only outcome I could find among many possibilities that fits reality, so please think twice before reading if you don’t like that sort of thing.
Author's Note
The original idea for this book came from something my partner said:
"Why not write a story about cloned soldiers in a future interstellar setting? It sounds like it’d be really cool."
At first, I seriously considered writing in that direction. But no matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t escape the usual overpowered-protagonist formula. I felt I couldn’t come up with a better premise, so I set the outline aside to gather dust. It was only recently that I dug it out again.
Cloning has always been one of humanity’s goals. People believe it could not only prevent the extinction of our species, but also advance medicine.
But I can’t help wondering how these cloned life forms would feel when they looked around and saw beings exactly like themselves. Fear? Terror? Confusion? I’m not one of them, so I don’t know.
But I firmly believe that all things possess a spirit. Even a cloned life form could never be exactly the same as the original.
And so this book was born. I’ll slowly explore this question that has puzzled me endlessly, hoping that by stepping into the characters’ shoes, I can find a reasonable explanation for myself.
So, please enjoy the story at your leisure!
Important!! Please note that starting from Chapter 6, the story will be told in the first person. If that bothers you, please read with caution~
Here are all of my completed works. If you’re interested, feel free to check them out~
Long-form
Alchemist of Another World
Short stories
So What If I’m a Male Prostitute?
Thanks to everyone at the Jiusi cover-art studio for making a cover for me~
