Iâm standing in the main chamber.
Facing myself.
This is a very simple simulation. I didnât change my clothes or my hair or even the roomâs carpeted floors. I didnât do anything at all except create a duplicate of myself and hand him a gun.
He wonât stop staring at me.
One.
He cocks his head. âAre you ready?â A pause. âAre you scared?â
My heart kicks into gear.
He lifts his arm. Smiles a little. âDonât worry,â he says. âItâs almost over now.â
Two.
âJust a little longer and Iâll leave,â he says, pointing the gun directly at my forehead.
My palms are sweating. My pulse is racing.
âYouâll be all right,â he lies. âI promise.â
Three.
Boom.