Which Is the Clone

He settles down in his bunk bed, and he enters that state before sleep overcomes. Suddenly, he is wide awake again, and in front of him is a hologram of his father. Tall, much taller than Julian, remembered him and with broader shoulders. His face is drawn, much older than Julian had remembered him. He said nothing; at first, he just stared as though he thought what to say, but ghosts can’t think, can they? Thought Julian. “Well, there you are, what have you come to? I had such plans for you and your brother. One of you is a clone of me; you were meant to be President of the United States, not a dictator. Robert is now dead, and you will soon be dead to the world.”