#false memory trilogy

'Does it matter that I'm not the same?' 'No. It didn't matter the first time. Does it matter to you?' ‘I wasn't sure before. But...now I'm happy.’

Three years ago Olivia took us away from our lives, from our parents and friends. Before Olivia, I went to school with the Alpha team. We did normal things. We went to Friday night football games. But all of that was replaced with memories of lessons in combat and warfare, missions and exercises.

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“My name is Miranda. Miranda North.” “Pleased to meet you,” he says, his voice brimming with laughter. “I have a lot to tell you. A lot. And it’s going to be hard to believe. But you made me believe it once, and I think I can do that for you. I know I can.” He’s shaking his head. “I already believe you. I can’t explain it, but I do.”

“I don’t want to die. . .” [...] “It’s not so bad,” Noah says. “I even think something might come after.” I almost laugh, but it sounds like a choked cry. “You think we have souls?” He nods. His dark eyes are heavy with tears. “I do.” He takes my hand.