It has been thirty days. “Time heels”, they said. But feelings are deeply engraved in my own nervous system. I still remember that day as intensely as if I am still there.
Memories start with intermittent flashes of voices and lights, mixed with the visceral effort to engulf air. My mind kept asking the same question over and over, but it took several minutes for my muscles to babbled something that resembled “where am I?”.
Finally, they kept throwing me all the answers as uninterruptedly as a machine gun shoots at an invisible enemy: - “Take deep breaths”; - “You’re in a Clone Facility”; - “It’s all about to come naturally to you”; - “Sir, just wait and you will remember everything in a while, and recognise every corner of Tau Station”.
I’m still waiting for that day...