In my laboratory,
I apply laser technology,
to take thinner and thinner slices of my past life
and subject them to historical re-engineering.
Having perfected my technique,
I’m sending in my clone to clear up the mess.
My future is now made from scraps of DNA
salvaged from the last of my unsullied remnants.
its behaviour will be so unrecognisable
you might shoot me as an alien impostor.
But at least I’d die perfected.
Except for your memories.