By: Kyle Xu

“Woah, this is so cool!” I exclaimed, trotting into my room. After setting it on my desk, I took out the Apple Vision Pro, marveling at its sleek, shiny shape. Quickly scanning the instructions booklet, I eagerly jammed it onto my head and sat down on my chair.

Suddenly, a voice said behind me. “Hey, don’t wear that!”

I jumped with fright and spun around. I saw… myself. A version of myself was standing right behind my chair reaching towards me. His face was scarred and covered with blood. A feeling of panic seized my heart. I groped for my Vision Pro, taking it off and setting it on the table. Suddenly, the scary vision was gone.

I took in massive breaths of air, my chest heaving. “I must not be feeling right…” I muttered. A bead of sweat trickled down my face. I reached towards my gadget, my hands shaking. Slowly, I fitted it over my head.

“Hey, I thought I said don’t wear that?” I heard my own voice say. My clone stood on the same spot, a look of terror over his face.

Instinctively, I ripped my Vision Pro off again and sat there, my head swaying. “I should get a glass of water,” I said to no one in particular. I walked out of the door, heading for the kitchen to get a refreshing drink.

Back in my room, a drop of blood fell to the floor.

Walking back in my room, confident that what I had just seen was not real, I decided to try my Vision Pro once more. This time, what I would see was even more alarming. The same clone stood in front of me again. His face was as shaken as ever. “It’s too late,” he sighed. “You’re already dead.”

A spasm of pain rippled through my eyes down to my body. Suddenly, the Vision Pro exploded and pounded my face with pieces of metal. White-hot shrapnel embedded themselves into my eyes, and suddenly my world went dark.

My vision spun. I was on the floor of my room covered in blood, under my table. Strangely, I felt okay. “Woah, this is so cool,” said a voice. It sounded like my own.

I scrambled up, and saw myself. The version of me was sitting in my chair, wearing the Apple Vision Pro. Suddenly, realization sank in. I was the ghost I had seen previous to my death. It was my future self. “Hey, don’t wear that!” I yelled. I reached over to help him take his gadget off. The version of me spun around, face alive with horror. He yelled, and then took his Vision Pro off. Then, he disappeared from my sight.

He appeared again. “Hey, I thought I said don’t wear that?” I shouted. He disappeared. I stood there for what seemed like hours, waiting for him to reappear. A drop of blood fell to the floor.

Finally, he appeared on his chair. “It’s too late,” I sighed. “You’re already dead.” And then he vanished. This time, I knew he wouldn’t be back.