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A cure, it had to be. Or at least something that stopped the rot from spreading entirely for a temporary amount of time. They had found some way to keep him alive and going. Because they wanted him there to further help progress Blackrock. Relief, something he hadn't felt in so long as slowly made its way to him. He hadn't even realized how much stress and pressure he was on until now. With death no longer being able to loom over his head he would be free to spend as much time on the projects he wanted. He didn't have to cram everything into sleepless nights. He didn't have to decide if he wanted to be cremated or buried.
"Oh.. please do tell! I'm aching to know!" Subspace could feel a tear welling up in his eye. He could keep the little vision he had left... he could still see what he was doing and inventing. He wouldn't cry though, not here at least. Didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his superiors after all!
"We're going to clone you."
Subspace is on limited time, the higher ups think so to.
What happens when one day he's summoned, only for them to explain their plans to replace him with himself?