FAMILY RESURRECTION GONE WRONG!

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It had been a year since the tragic airplane crash that claimed the lives of my beloved wife and children. I was a scientist, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them forever. So, I did the unthinkable. I cloned them.

 The process was long and arduous, but eventually, I was successful. My wife and children stood before me, just as they had been before the accident. I was overjoyed to have them back, and I relished in their company.

 

But soon, I started to notice strange things about them. They had no memory of their past lives, and they seemed to lack the emotional depth that they had possessed before. They were like empty shells, devoid of the human essence that made them who they were.

 

As time passed, things only got worse. They started to exhibit violent and unpredictable behaviour, lashing out at each other and me for no apparent reason. It was as if they were malfunctioning, like a faulty machine.

 

I tried to fix them, to reprogram their behaviour, but it was no use. They were beyond my control. I had played God, and now I was paying the price.

 

One day, as I was working in my lab, I heard a commotion upstairs. I rushed up to find my wife and children in a state of frenzy, tearing apart everything in their path. They had turned into monsters, their eyes blazing with an otherworldly glow.

 

I tried to reason with them, to calm them down, but it was no use. They were beyond reason, beyond help. In the end, I had no choice but to lock them up in the lab, hoping that I could find a way to fix them.

 

But as the days turned into weeks, I started to realize that it was impossible. I had created something that I couldn't control, something that was beyond human comprehension. And as I looked at their twisted, contorted forms, I knew that the repercussions of playing God were too great to bear.

 

In the end, I destroyed them, dismantling the very thing that I had created. I knew that I could never bring them back, that I could never replace what I had lost. I had learned my lesson - that there are some things that should never be tampered with, that some lines should never be crossed.

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