A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

“Hello,” Rebecca said, and felt a burning cliche coming out of her mind before she could stop it. “We come in peace. We mean you no harm.” The woman stepped forward as a few soldiers approached around her, guns still trained on me. “My name is Eliza Goldsmith, and I represent our human race,” she said, without a shred of fear in her eyes. I had to commend her for that. Very few could keep their shit together after a floating library landed like a meteor on the surface of their world. “I’m Rebecca,” I replied and pointed the others out. “This is Tome and Arnst. There is another of my kind, but please be at ease as she arrives. Shy?” As soon as a shadow stretched from the heavy one the library provided, all the guns pointed toward it. When her shadowblood dropped, or reeled back in, Shy had her hands up. “I’m Shy,” she said. “Hope you’re right about this.” “Why are you here?” Eliza asked. “That’s a long story, Ms. Goldsmith,” I said and flexed my mind-reading to hear her plan our ca...

I arrived the next morning in the same spawn chamber, but as I scrambled out, nobody handed me a ZaP. In fact, the fighting was gone, and Rebecca awaited me by herself on the desk among the glass floor. None of her copies were around, but that could have been thanks to Shy’s shadows. Were those garems around her neck yesterday? And how did she get a shadow cloak? “Hey,” I said and noticed that she wore the white ring of containment I gave her, made for her. beast had been strangely quiet around her of late. “Are your clones around to ambush me?” Rebecca stood and put her fists together in a force to produce her clones to her sides. Once she took away the fists, the other versions shifted back into her. “We merged for this, Jack,” she said. “It’s easier than playing telephone later on. So speak, what are you planning? Are you going to burn the notebooks and try to erase us?” “No, I-” “Just so you know,” She interrupted. “We won’t go down that easy. Kara will get us out before that h...