Instead of going to college after high school, I was arranged by my parents to work at a magazine.
The magazine only cares“science” with a psychic twist.
But I don't like ambiguity. I object to all innuendo, speculation, and arbitrariness.
I said to the editor-in-chief, please give me all the data work.
So I was assigned a small desk and sat day after day calculating the probability of UFO appearances and distribution locations. I also counted problems, but even maths no longer soothes my anxiety and vertigo.
On 21 April 1997, I volunteered to stay behind when the magazine went on a group visit to a religion that was said to be a cure-all for all ills, and it was also on that day I received a letter.
Dear Editor:
I have noticed people appearing around me who look like me, behave similarly and occasionally move around as me.
He loitered in front of my house, observed me, spied on me, and even lay on my bedroom window in the middle of the night to watch me and came into the room to touch my face ...... Luckily I woke up in time and he escaped.
I felt fearful and unsafe. What the hell was that?
Maybe I will be killed.
Lee
This letter shocked me to the point of losing my breath because I had heard of this person before.
A colleague once mentioned Lee, a loner, whose temperament is strange. The description of the people said he may have a brain disease, often feel that others want to harm him, saying “someone wants to take me away”“someone is watching me” such words.
A month ago, Lee had a physical conflict with a man, and he was taken away by the police, did not return.
Described colleagues said, Lee chopped the man a knife, may have killed the man.
But Lee returned home at some point and was found dead in his home, stabbed in the neck, suspected of having gone mad and hacked himself to death, wearing an orange top and blue trousers at the time of his death.
It all seemed to coincide with the letter.
When my colleagues returned to the editorial office in the evening,
I did not take the letter to them.
I thought of a sheep, DNA, egg cells, human cloning.
That day I put pen to paper for the first time and published my article anonymously.
The clone was identical to Lee, so he was also fearful and wary of the other, feeling that it was his identity and home that has been appropriated. The ethical dilemma created a great fear and a desire to erase the other person to preserve the self. I could not contact the sender, and could only try to tell Lee, who might still be alive, through the magazine, to be vigilant.
The title of my article is:
