“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, u will have no purpose unless u protect others. Once that is down, u 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? of 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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