"Suppose lightning strikes a dead tree in a swamp; I am standing nearby. My body is reduced to its elements, while entirely by coincidence (and out of different molecules) the tree is turned into my physical replica. My replica, The Swampman, moves exactly as I did; according to its nature it departs the swamp, encounters and seems to recognize my friends, and appears to return their greetings in English.... No one can tell the difference. But there is a difference" (Davidson 443-444).
No one knows that Anne Boonchuy is a clone, no one but her, and the guilt is eating at her from the inside.
