As peculiar as it may sound, Cyrus deemed part of his abduction to this city to be a gift. There was so much new information, so many pieces of technology ripe for exploration and tinkering with. He could spend eons tampering with his phone alone, but according to the disembodied voice he’d heard, he didn’t have the luxury.
The silver lining of the false memories had been, of course, a boon of knowledge. Instead of having to learn how to use his phone, he already knew it like the back of his hand. He was scanning his contacts, checking for any differences just in case, when his eyes fell upon a name that brought a smile to his face.
TO: Tressa FROM: Cyrus Albright
I. Ah! I see your contact information is still listed in here. Most fortunate indeed. II. Quite the curious task they’ve foisted upon us, wouldn’t you agree? I would love to investigate it further if we had the time to do so. But regardless, have you found success in locating your doppelganger yet?
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