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@ewdocparris I confirmed my hand had all the fingers. The wrist was fused with clothes because the transporter only scanned my body outside.
"Okay,"
I could speak; and turned on my transponder.
"Hello, this is a copy, original me, can you hear me?"
"...yes..."
The voice was covered by the noise which was made by radioactive nuclear fuels. I was copied inside a nuke shell to stop the meltdown. Of course, I would die here instead of him.
Original said, in noise.
"What...can?"
"Remember me."