Am I Memorex? - Part 1

I'm starting something new. I'm going to be writing hundred word story chunks six days a week. At the end of the week I'll post the entire week's worth of story together.

So without any further ado, here is part one of "Am I Memorex?"
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I die. They make a copy. It looks like me. It sounds like me. It thinks like me. It thinks it is me. But I am dead. I've been dead for a long time now. I am not really writing this. A copy of me is writing this.

I live. I am reborn time after time, death after death. I am the same person I've always been. This body or the next it matters not. What matters is who I am inside. I am me inside.

Two ways of looking at my existence. Only one is sane. But which one?