Revenge After Death



Steven said, "Cloning is just like replicating a shell. It's considered defying the natural order. They retain fragments of consciousness, but their souls can be merged."

Steven's analysis was that clone subjects did not possess a soul. But some scholars believed that clone subjects possessed independent souls.

I remembered Una. The way she looked at me was of jealousy and envy. There were also some other complicated situations involved.

Perhaps Una wanted to become an independant and unique individual. She wanted to become the most special and complete soul.

"Simeon... succeeded, right?" I looked nervously at Steven.

Simeon was Joel. Joel was Simeon.

"He's Simeon." Steven nodded, firmly believing that Simeon was Joel and vice versa.

"Was that why you strongly believed that I was Stephanie Carlson?" I looked at him.

"I made a deal with Stephany Larson," Steven muttered.

Finally, he was willing to open up completely to me now. He was willing to tell me the truth.

"Stephany Larson willingly helped me to get you back. She said she wanted to disappear forever," Steven whispered.

Stephany Larson was a nihilistic existence.

"I realized a problem after observing all the clone subjects. Natural competition and selection can be a terrifying existence. Any species born unnaturally faces an inevitable path toward self-destruction." Steven looked at me seriously. "That was why I was afraid..."

I finally understood why Steven was so afraid of me dying. He wasn't afraid that I would die from external factors-the greatest enemy of clone subjects like us was ourselves.

We were seemingly born lacking the five senses. It was hard for us to find a reason or excuse to stay alive without having any emotional sustenance. Most of us would eventually commit suicide in the end.

"People with depression feel as if they're compelled by their bodies to die. Even if they're suffering, they don't wish to die. But they feel as if some unseen forces are forcing them to do so," Steven whispered.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Those were the findings from his experiments. He had drawn up conclusions from his observations." Clone subjects seem to naturally have the tendency toward depression. Similar to a patient with severe depression, some might even experience even more severe mental illnesses such as bipolar disorder."

One would describe it as an incomplete soul with a lack of the five senses in superstitious terms. But in reality, it was the consequences of casually cloning and creating lives.

Such a consequence was something beyond the limits of the current human sciences and medical capabilities. That was also why the limit of science was metaphysics.

Metaphysics wasn't one of the traditional senses. Instead, it was an intangible bond that was currently inexplicable to humans.

It was just like finding out that the soul was merely an ideology trapped within the body after deciphering the codes in the gene chains. Once the body was destroyed, the soul would then experience a hollow and unconscious liberation.

No one except those who were reincarnated would know what the afterlife was like. But even such reincarnation would require a medium-the genetic codes.

"So that's why you wanted me to find a reason to stay alive. You wanted me to experience what love, friendship, and despair were..." I looked at Steven, suddenly doubtful.

Were all those killing games truly a series of unfortunate events, or were the Rebels deliberate in planning them?

Why did it feel like the Rebels were seemingly using a cruel way to teach me about love, kinship, friendship, anger, fear, and despair?