The Birth of a Pirate

I know who I am. I know that I exist in this world. I have known this for the past two days... Because two days ago I awoke as a clone. But who was I before then? I cannot tell you... for that is lost to me now.

Something happened, something wrong. Terribly wrong. It didnt happen as it was suppose to, I was suppose to 'die' and awaken in another body, a body exactly the same, though this body is missing something. Something important. My memory.
What happened to cause this? An accident?

This is an answer I will never know, as all of the scientists around me are dead. I killed them, I killed them because they wouldnt tell me what went wrong. They wouldnt tell me, so I killed them.

They are dead... I might as well be too.
Was it wrong of me? It dosnt feel like it should be. That is what I felt when I killed the first one, so I didnt stop, eventually I found a sidearm, and it was much easier... Much faster... It was only a small medical facility.

It is silent now. I can hear my pulse. I sit at the porthole and stare out into space. Who was I before this tragedy? This 'other person' as I have come to refer to myself as, with a cold grin. Was I like this before? It dosnt matter now. I have become something else.
"Something without a conscience apparently" I say to the dead around me.

Do I want to fix this? Was the other person better then what I am now? I look down at my body. Is it this clone?

I find my folder. It dosnt say much, just who I am, along with useless medical information. It tells me my name is Sebu. Great, who cares? I dont.
Something strange jumps off the page at me. A numbered clone designation. This information is obviously two days out of date. Why wouldnt those bastards update it?
As I ponder this I realize I have been wandering, lost in thought. I find myself in the clone storage section of this structure. I am standing infront of a glass pod, containing a clone. I stare into my own eyes... for the clone is me.

I dont panic, though I find this strange. Why is there still a clone of me?

I put the gun to my temple and pull the trigger. I open my eyes to brainmatter splattering on the glass. Mine. I feel more then hear the thump of my body hitting the floor.
The fluid drains, the glass dome opens, my new body is weak, I slump down to my knees in a growing puddle of my own blood.

It is clear to me now, I still dont remember who I was before two days ago. But I understand that I did not die two days ago and awaken as a disfunctional clone. As there are destroyed implants sliding slowly down the glass along with the brainmatter and pieces of skull.

Cleared for publication by: Ander