May 8th, 2480

Being a reborn a clone has definitely given me a new perspective on this whole process. Yesterday I woke up in a random place thinking it was a different day. Imagine my panic, the whirlwind of feelings when the nurses come in and tell you that you've died and the body you're in right now is a clone of your original. It still feels like I've missed my appointment to go visit the Mother Teresa Orphanage, but they've told me it's burned down, so I guess that's where I died, they've been hesitant to tell me. They suggested it would be easier for me to manage that passed time by simply thinking that I've been asleep for 2 days. 2 whole days! I don't think I've slept that long since my college days Thankfully, they forced me to write about my day in an effort to calm me down before they sedated.

"I don’t feel like writing, but they are making me write, nonetheless. I am anxious and nervous. I am not so sure where I am. At first, they performed normal check-up routine things. They forced me to take funny looking pills. The nurse said it is just to calm me down. What is my name? I am so confused."

Today I felt a lot calmer when I woke up, they say it's one of the fastest times they've had. They've given me a new name,Imit. Apparently, I'm not allowed to keep my pre-clone name in order to help in legalities when adapting, this will take some getting use to. They said I'm I am an imitation. I am the copy of some writer. Some journalist. It doesn't matter anyway, because I am free. I still feel like nothing's changed. I was released today, and they told me what kinds of reactions to expect, after all, I've come back from the dead. but I plan on going into work tomorrow, hopefully they'll be better on catching me up on the last couple days.