The Future Prometheus - Ch 5 (Final Chapter)
Story Summary: A clone of Commander Shepard wakes up for the first time. She is not aware she is a clone, let alone who Shepard was. It is an odd start to life.
Chapter Summary: The message was received.
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One afternoon, you’re reading in bed when you hear a jumble of voices coming from the hallway. They sound upset. You recognize the voices of both the salarian and human doctors. Amidst their babbling, you catch the phrases not permitted and will interfere. A new voice babbles back. It is low and gravelly. It spouts out words like authority and hierarchy. The babbling intensifies until your door opens.
A man enters the room. He is unlike anyone else you have seen. He is tall, much taller than even the human doctors, and the back of his head flows into a crest of what looks to you like stone feathers. A deep blue cape with gold trim hangs by a large clasp on his right shoulder. A simple set of black shirt and pants peek out through the cape’s openings. He has a pale blue visor sitting over his left eye. The doctors try to follow him into the room. He turns sharply and glares at them before shutting the door in their faces.
He sits down in the chair next to your bed. He leans in towards you and looks into your eyes. He is looking for something in you. The right side of his face is scarred but his eyes are bright and blue. They remind you of Terra.
You move without thinking. You reach your hand out to touch his face. At first, he stays very still, looking at your outstretched fingers and then back at you. But then he closes his eyes and leans his forehead into your touch. His gray skin is rough and cool. You run your fingertips down from his forehead to his nose, then follow along the blue lines that run across his face. You make your way over to the right side of his face, where the lines are broken up by the patch of scars. Your fingers trail over the uneven skin down his cheek and across his mandible. You lightly touch under his mandible, where his neck meets his head. He is wearing a high collar, but you can tell the scar continues down his neck. A shiver of revulsion ripples through him. However he wanted you to touch him, you did it wrong. He pulls away from your hand.
His eyes open again, but this time they are cold and hard. His voice is low.
“You’re not really Shepard, are you?”
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