Nathan Cox

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It’s a strange sensation when you have to bury yourself. As I shovelled a pile of dirt onto the lifeless face of version 46, I couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming sadness. It was like a part of me had died too. This version of me wasn’t just a clone, even though he looked exactly like me. He had his own mind and emotions. But now #46 was dead. Just like so many others whose graves surrounded me. I took a moment to stop digging and stood up straight to stretch my back, but was reprimanded with a club to my jaw. They never let you rest.