It is possible that, instead of being copied, a part of our original selves have been taken, that we have been divided in some way.

I did hear it theorized that all our memories could be false and that we could be the only and original selves, our worlds nothing but concocted recollections. Inventing the details about so many different worlds and implanting them strikes me as needlessly elaborate, but it was a proposed theory.

[Sephiroth glances to one side, momentarily distracted, and then something metallic with a number of legs comes into view. It is vaguely spiderlike in shape and roughly the size of an Airdale Terrier. One of its legs is holding an apple, and it offers it to Sephiroth. She takes it.] It seems Faremis has found me.