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"And as his reflection vanished into the darkness, Ky's thoughts drifted away to another kind of reflection. His standby. His "other self."

His clone.

Waiting, it was. Tucked away in some facility, deep frozen, it awaited its resurrection. He imagined the empty husk, residing amongst other innumerable empty husks, safe in their coccoons. A conscious-less creature born of his DNA, "grown" from his cells, identical to him in every way, only blank of personality. A clean slate. It was a body in stasis, kept alive artificially, possessing a brain that held no memories, no emotions... nothing at all.

It was a body waiting - waiting for Ky to take one wrong step off the mountain."