[ WP ] Someone finds their own corpse

I stepped out, dizzy and dehydrated, shielding my eyes from blinding bright lights. My head was spinning like a carousel as I tried to find a place to sit down and re-arrange my senses. A grim looking chair, with metal cuffs on the arms, and an ungodly looking metal thing jutting out from the top had to suffice. I slumped into it, clutching my head, breathing deeply. I didn ’ t think too much about what the device I sat in was for. I didn ’ t really think about anything at all, to be honest. It took a minute for me to actually start looking around and start to comprehend my surroundings. White, sterile walls, quiet beeps and whirrs, strange devices strewn about the room, Pieces of paper, with frantically scrawled notes strewn about the tiled floor. 
 
 I was in the centre of a genius ’ s workspace. 
 
 Removing my hand from my head, I stood up, walking around, trying to find some substantial evidence as to why I was here. Something was missing. I felt that if I saw one little bit of information, one tiny thing, I would figure out what was happening. Or, more importantly, who I was. 
 
 It was by this point I realised that I was stark naked, and quickly grabbed a towel hanging off a table on the right side of the room to save my embarrassment. 
 After I wrapped the towel around my waist, I paused for thought. ‘ Why would I be embarrassed? There ’ s no one here. ’ 
 
 But, certainly, there was someone here earlier. A cup of coffee, still steaming, sat on the table. A Computer on the opposite side of the room was switched on, prominently displaying a document containing a wall of text. I decided to investigate further. Sitting at the computer, I scrolled through the text, which seemed like a sort of speech that one would present to an audience, and, through the eloquent wordings and descriptions, I figured out two things. One, this room belonged to a scientist. Two, they were on the verge of a breakthrough. This breakthrough in particular interested me, partly due to my curiosity, but mostly due to the way they described it as “ The most astonishing breakthrough in scientific history. ” 
 
 Suffice it to say, I wanted to know what was at work in this den of science. Before I walked back to the table, to take a look at some of the documents, I looked back to where I entered the room, and proceeded to kick myself for not looking before. A giant, steel, behemoth of a machine met my eyes. Two pods, each with a door, were connected to a huge box of blinking buttons and flashing lights. One pod, presumably mine, was already open, with the dark, chrome interior being fully illuminated. The other pod was still closed. 
 
 After taking my good look at the machine, I turned to the table, picking up a note with copious amounts of equations, underlinings and encircled passages scattered across the page. Not one thing pointed to what the ‘ breakthrough ’ might be. Page after page, only numbers and calculations met my eyes. 
 
 I was on the verge of giving up, until I noticed a whiteboard next to the computer. Two big words made everything very clear. 
 “ Cloning Experiments. ” 
 
 And there it was. There was the answer I was looking for. I, or should I say, they, had managed to clone themselves, and I was the result. Scientific breakthrough indeed! 
 
 I looked back at the great machine. The second pod was still closed. Jogging towards it, I smiled, gripping the handle, and pulling open the door, readying myself to greet whomever was inside. 
 
 Dead, empty sockets. Grey, peeling skin. Thin, loose hair. 
 
 I was dead. 
 
 I ’ d failed miserably. 

