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Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Okay, I've a freebie novella. It's futuristic fable of the evils of mankind and what happens when man plays God. A tragedy that offers both love and loss. I'll be posting a little at a time.


God created life, scientists—clones, society—monsters. I’m not going to tell you I believe in God, but I will tell you this, I had a soul. I wasn’t an empty shell. I hated, I cried. There were things that drove me, things that made me—human.

Our society said that we haven’t a soul. Clones were created in a Petri dish. Because we haven’t souls, we haven’t rights.

I’ve never had belongings. I wore the standard uniform of a clone as all the others of my kind. Coarse, woven brown pants and a shirt, nothing that stood out, nothing that made me unique or an individual. No identity to call my own from the moment of my creation. I’ve no friends, no family. I can’t read or write. Society didn’t waste education on my kind. We were a product of science.




I’d been placed in confinement when not working and forbidden to talk to anyone.

Speak only when spoken to—rule number three. No clone shall make eye contact or touch a human. That was rule number two. Many rules governed our behavior and were beaten into our conscious from childhood.

Rule number one—Clones are the property of their human keeper. They’re bred for the purpose of health and welfare. No clone should assume they’re human.

I’m number 121232 and I’m human.

In the year 2027, a great war erupted upon the face of the planet. Weapons of mass destruction were employed and two-thirds of the world’s population met with destruction.

Radioactive fallout resulted in a nuclear winter, leaving the residents of Earth with a condition called the fever. If you survived it, you ended up sterile or unable to carry a child to term.

Desperate to avoid extinction, the human race turned to cloning. It was something that started with a sheep named Dolly, many years ago, then a mammoth dug out of the Arctic tundra. Before long the most brilliant minds of the world turned to Homo Sapiens.

Clones were fresh bodies, not damaged from the fallout, and could reproduce offspring, who in turn, could create more children. These children became known as breeders.

Once able to reproduce on their own, the children turned on the clones that saved them from annihilation.


We were considered unnatural and soulless—rounded up and micro tagged. The government of Europia gathered us like cattle. Many ended up in work camps and concentration centers, where their organs were harvested to help the sick from the Great War. Though, most of the clones were destroyed during the harvest, a few survived and crossed the borders to find asylum.

In the United Regions, clones were accepted and treated as humans. The U.R was a safe haven for all those who found themselves a minority in Europia. The handicapped, mentally ill, gays and lesbians—all who'd been tagged and monitored before the Great War, sought refuge there.

Realizing that the market for human organs was a profitable business, the Europian government once again began to produce clones. They served not only that purpose, but also that of slaves. Europians could create as many as they could afford to maintain.
Supply and demand, the industry boomed.

Since society perceived it unethical to treat humans in such a fashion, the Europian government created a code of laws called the Clone Codex, which stated that a clone was indeed not human, nor was it with a soul.

This legislation first came into being with the human abortion laws, where embryos were said not to have a soul, so that abortion was not murder. Since clones started life in a lab, they fell under the same definition and legal loophole.

As the years passed, clones continued to be created and the planet became divided on the treatment of our species. In Europia we were treated as livestock, worked as slaves and were put down when we took ill. Society raised their children to believe we weren't human, but a product to be used as they saw fit.

My keeper was high up in politics. Her husband was President of Europia. I'd often heard the humans whisper that even though he carries the title, she's the true governing force behind our country. My keeper controlled the world, or our half of it.

Though I looked just like her, shared the same DNA, sounded like her…I knew her not.

All my life I had wanted what she had—children, a family, and a place in society. But people took one look at the glowing blue chip pulsing in my cheek, and I was shoved aside like garbage. I'd never have what she had.

A life.

A family.



Heather Massey said...

Wow. Intense. Thanks for the read!

Dawn said...

HiYa, Heather. Nice to see you.
Thanks for checking out my story, Clone.

Flick said...

yummy!!!! You know I love this.

Dawn said...

Too dark for the current market, but I still wanted to share it.