….“Are you sure it wasn’t mine?” he asks with a wry smirk across his lips.

He looks at him with a deathly stare as his brow gently furrows. “A-A-ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUSLY TRYING TO SAY ALL THIS WAS YOUR IDEA?”

“Why, besides you who says it isn’t?”

“I’m the only one who’s saying it because I’m the only one here.”

“Not counting me.”

His lips curl. “YOU DON’T FUCKING COUNT!”

“Because you say I don’t, so why should your opinion count to me, if mine doesn’t count to you?”

“BECAUSE THIS IS MY LABORATORY! THE SEATS WE’RE SITTING ON ARE MINE, AND I’M THE ONE WHO CAME UP WITH THIS FUCKING PLAN!”

His smile broadens and he looks at him condescendingly. “Are you sure of all that, or is it just how the old memory banks have been programmed to make you think?”

The blood runs from Mike’s face as his brow slowly rises, and he stares blankly at him. “W-What are you t-t-trying to s-say? A-A-Are you saying I’m t-the copy and y-y-you’re the o-original?”….