“You were created to be a guardian, Shadow.” Myzak began, waiting Shadow's fingers glide across a keyboard. “First to Maria, and then...you corrupted, somehow. Now, tu will have no purpose unless tu protect others. Once that is down, tu will be alright.”
“But,” Shadow said, staring at the monitor of the same lab that Dr. Gerald Robotnik’s memory chip was inserted into Myzak's brain, “am I really the Ultimate Life Form? o am I a clone?” He got the head-band ready.
Myzak smiled. “You were always the original. For one thin', clones don't bleed. There's a bloodstain on your...
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