The lights are switched to full when I am expected to wake. I sit on the bed until the doctor arrives.
"Good morning," he says with a smile. He never smiles. "How are you today?"
"Better than I was yesterday," I say with a shrug.
"Hmm, yes being conscious could be considered an improvement over being comatose." He scribbles on his note pad, his fake smile slips revealing his normal frown.
"I meant being alive is better than being dead."
"Hmm, well you weren't really dead yesterday, were you? Hmm brain dead maybe," he muses to himself, "but then you clones start that way."