Fourteen looked down at himself, touching his body.
"I guess I have to try it some other way," Fifteen said.
"What are you talking about? It did work. I'm Fifteen," Fourteen said.
"That can't be. I'm Fifteen."
"We can't both be Fifteen," Fourteen said. "Can we?"
"Maybe that's how the transference works. Maybe it doesn't transfer memories from one body to another, but makes a copy then sends the copy to the other person."
"But what about Fourteen?" Fourteen asked. "Is he still inside this body? Or did our memories overwrite them?"
"What are you asking me for? I know about as much as you do."
The policewoman sitting behind the front desk looked up and saw three men enter the police station. All three were dressed in gray bodysuits. They were military. The one in front looked older with a graying beard. The two men behind him looked younger and were carrying pulse rifles.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked. Her monotone demeanor was gone. Dealing with the military was serious business and required her full attention.
"You recently brought in a clone," said the older man (a colonel, according to the rank insignia on his bodysuit).
"Yes. He was charged with trespassing."
"This man is very dangerous. I'm here to put him under military arrest."
"Oh," she said, standing up from behind the desk and rushing over to some of the other cops standing nearby. She explained to the cops what these soldiers wanted. Then the cops nodded and made their way to the prisoner holding area to retrieve Charlie Fifteen.
