The Doppelganger
The late Kai Bamarri, once a larger than life figure, was reduced to a doll-sized hologram hovering above a projector. The file from which the projection had originated was small, indicative of a brief message. But clearly whatever it said was important, since it was, essentially, his will.
“Hi Alicio,” Kai began, soft-spoken as ever. “If you’re watching this, it means I’m dead. I saw it coming, and you probably did too, since you can see the future now.
“Anyway, I don’t care about having a funeral or any memorial service, so don’t worry about that. Probably not many people would come anyway. Or there will be a lot of people who treated me like trash while I was alive showing up because they’ll suddenly feel guilty after I’m gone.” Scowling, he shook his head and made a dismissive gesture. “Forget it.
“You and Amani are welcome to take any of my stuff. Whatever you don’t want, I want you to bring to these coordinates. Don’t ship it, bring it in person. There’s someone there named Gerda. Everything goes to her, including Sophie. Don’t share the coordinates with anybody else or bring anyone with you. It has to stay a secret. If you let the loth-cat out of the bag, I’ll haunt you.”
He paused, as though considering how to end his last message. His eyes closed for a moment, and when next he opened them, it was like a barrier had crumbled. “I trust you with this, Alicio, because you’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. If anyone is going to do this right, it has to be you. You’re getting to the point where you can defend yourself, and you won’t need me anymore. But I hope that when I die, I’ll at least have saved you one last time. That’s all I can really hope for. To not be alone at the end, and for my death—and my life—to have not been in vain. A job well done.
“Okay good, okay fine. That’s all. Love you. Bye.”
The message ended and the hologram faded away, leaving behind coordinates to a farmhouse on Cophrigin V.
“Hi Alicio,” Kai began, soft-spoken as ever. “If you’re watching this, it means I’m dead. I saw it coming, and you probably did too, since you can see the future now.
“Anyway, I don’t care about having a funeral or any memorial service, so don’t worry about that. Probably not many people would come anyway. Or there will be a lot of people who treated me like trash while I was alive showing up because they’ll suddenly feel guilty after I’m gone.” Scowling, he shook his head and made a dismissive gesture. “Forget it.
“You and Amani are welcome to take any of my stuff. Whatever you don’t want, I want you to bring to these coordinates. Don’t ship it, bring it in person. There’s someone there named Gerda. Everything goes to her, including Sophie. Don’t share the coordinates with anybody else or bring anyone with you. It has to stay a secret. If you let the loth-cat out of the bag, I’ll haunt you.”
He paused, as though considering how to end his last message. His eyes closed for a moment, and when next he opened them, it was like a barrier had crumbled. “I trust you with this, Alicio, because you’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. If anyone is going to do this right, it has to be you. You’re getting to the point where you can defend yourself, and you won’t need me anymore. But I hope that when I die, I’ll at least have saved you one last time. That’s all I can really hope for. To not be alone at the end, and for my death—and my life—to have not been in vain. A job well done.
“Okay good, okay fine. That’s all. Love you. Bye.”
The message ended and the hologram faded away, leaving behind coordinates to a farmhouse on Cophrigin V.