Clone

This is the year

twenty twenty-two

You are here by instructed that I am

CLONE

number two zero four

Of Master Body three three five.


Fully functional


Standard intellect level

was achieved through

symbiotic representation

And sentience

through a miscalculation

of amino acids


i was being held

in passive restraint

For donor organs


I overheard the bio-tech's

Talking in low whispers

As they were excavating

clone

number two zero three

For master body implantation

Full retro fit

All usable material removed

I lay in darkness of my fate

For eighteen years
Prepared for a world

that I had seen only through

the pre-programmed

memories of Master Body

Three Three Five



I am being kept alive

for donor organs



I stand before you now

to plead for my life

I AM CLONE NUMBER 2 0 4

and

I

AM

ALIVE!

02/08/92
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