—I saw you in the storage room an hour ago, —she says one day, arms crossed—. And at the same time, I saw you in the cafeteria. How did you do that?

Mickey7 has no idea how to respond. Cold sweat trickles down his spine.

The clock is ticking.

If someone discovers the truth, one of them has to disappear.

Let me know if you approve this translation, and I will proceed with Fourth Part: The Weight of the Lie.

Fourth Part: The Weight of the Lie

Mickey7 doesn’t sleep anymore. Every second that passes is a countdown to disaster. Someone will find out. It’s only a matter of time.

Mickey8 continues his routine as if nothing is wrong. He’s the official Expendable, the one the colony recognizes, the one who’s “alive.” But Mickey7... Mickey7 is a mistake. And mistakes get corrected with a bullet to the head and a routine loss report.

To survive, they’ve improvised a system. Mickey8 covers the public appearances while Mickey7 hides in the forgotten spaces of the colony—ventilation shafts, storage chambers, the tunnels beneath the dome. The place reeks of dampness and stale oil, but it’s better than being dead.