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.

Unfortunately,

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.