Captain Dudin smiled and wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, sarcastically, "Totally, completely, Doctor, you have a lot of 'completely'. The point is, you have absolutely no idea if it has a soul or not. Even if there is a soul, this soul can be sure that it is not my wife's soul. ”

"Are you my wife completely inside out, with the same memories, emotions, and thoughts, and if it doesn't have a soul, what's the difference between it and a mortal AI robot?"

"If it has a soul of its own, a completely different soul, even if it has previous thoughts, memories and even emotions, but the thoughts and emotions that are dominated by the soul in the future will not be the same again, how can it be exactly the same as my wife?"

Captain Dudin's mocking questioning made the scientists pale and look at each other.

Captain Dudin said solemnly: "As long as the soul is different, she is not my wife, but a stranger, don't you understand? Doctor, I don't need your perfunctory and comfort, I don't need a substitute and I don't need a robot puppet." ”

No! The scientists' hearts skipped a beat, this clone was the brainchild of more than ten years of accumulation! The scientists struggled to get a word.

"Don't get me wrong, Doctor!" Captain Dudin stopped him with a raised hand, "This body will be my wife's body, it will be my wife, and I need it." ”

The scientists' hearts were relieved.

Captain Dudding glanced at the baby again without expression, "No matter how enthusiastic you may be about whether it has a soul or not, I'll give you time to study it." But remember, I don't need it to have a soul! Not possibly, but you have to be able to copy my wife's memories, thoughts, and emotions into it. Give you ten years to see a body that is physically identical to my wife's inside out. ”

......

Ten years later.

Captain Dudin looked at the woman lying quietly on the special laboratory bed, this clone's body was exactly the same as his wife fifteen years ago, except that this body was too perfect, and there were no scars left by his wife in various battles.

Captain Dudin clenched his fists nervously, looking at the living body, not for him comfort, but sharply poking at his wounds, making him aware of the fact that his wife was not in this world, a consciousness that gave him an unbalanced urge to destroy.

He pulled a saber from his military boots, carefully searched for memories deep into the bone marrow, and then, with a look of reverent concentration, slashed the clone like a carved work of art, imitating the scars of memory......

The clone, in his eyes, the woman was currently just a living object, he would not admit that it was a human being, and facing a person who was exactly like his wife would stimulate his urge to destroy it. His wife was unique, a man with an exact body, memories, thoughts, and emotions like hers, and it was a substitute blasphemy against her.

The scientists had long since been dismissed, and standing beside Captain Dudin were the three new witches.

The three witches grew up captive on the island of Rao. For more than a decade, I have watched as one clan after another was killed in a failed attempt to help Captain Dudin, a madman-like demon, find a way to resurrect his wife. Now the previous elders have retired from exhaustion, and they have taken over as the new priests of the clan and have taken over the task of resurrection.