[ WP ] You are told that you can be cloned to rid your body of cancer and any future illness . However , due to cloning laws you will be terminated . While your clone has retained all of your memories as his own , something happens that makes him realize that he is not the original .

`` What do you want me to do next?'' asked Jon as he uploaded the latest reviews. 
 
 `` Can you go to the server room and check on T2A63 for me?'' replied Mr. Hollinsworth as he went back into his corner office overlooking the gleaming towers that comprised downtown. 
 
 T2A63 was a location identification number. A way for the employees to track each piece of equipment in the server room. The number Mr. Hollinsworth had asked Jon to inspect resided at the far end of the room, tucked away in the very last case of row T2. 
 
 Jon popped the latch open on the server's housing and performed the typical diagnostics. *Everything looks fine*, he told himself as he reached for the latch door. 
 
 As his hand went to close the housing he noticed a note on the door. He looked behind him to make sure no one was nearby and pulled the tape off the piece of paper. Jon unfolded the note and read: 
 
 *You are a clone of your former self. I know this wo n't make much sense, but you are a nearly perfect being. They take great care to rid you of any ailments and transplant all your memories. * 
 
 *I say this with extreme caution that I've noticed your memories are n't the same as they once were. You recall events that have occured in your past that I know happened differently. I fear that they altered your memories to best suit some need of theirs. For what purpose, I'm not sure. Normally I would n't say anything, seeing as many clones work around us everyday, but I have never seen so many inconsistencies with memory like I have with yours. We can talk more about this in private tonight after work at Brother's Lounge. I feel like I will likely come to regret this, but this company has some secrets that you may need to know of... * 
 
 Jon stood up slowly and looked around once more. *It's not addressed to anyone and has no other name to identify the writer*, he thought to himself. He closed the latch and slid the note into his back pocket. Not quite sure what to make of the situation, Jon decided he would keep cool and pretend like he did n't see the letter. *This has to be some kind of joke. * 
 
 As Jon exited the server room he walked back down the hall thinking he would take a trip past Mr. Hollinsworth's office to see if he acted any differently now, assuming he penned the note. 
 
 Hollinsworth was a class act, always pulling pranks on his employees. *I must admit, this one is creative*. With a big fake smile and on his face, Jon whistled a few lines as he round the corner. *What the hell? * Jon's smile immediately turned into a frozen look of terror. It took every muscle in his face to remain collected. A feeling of immense heat rose through his whole body and could not move another step forward. There was a group of his coworkers huddled around Hollinsworth's office, several of whom were crying, consoling each other. Paramedics were crouched around a figure laying still on the floor. 
 
 Jon darted back around the corner, ran to his cubicle, and grabbed his keys. He knew there was one place he could get an answer.
