The S-Death Experiment

Author: daftnation
Word Count: 1389
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A sharp pain thrust through my eyes as I emerged from a timeless sleep. As my sight adjusted I found myself in a bright enclosed cell. In pa panic I jumped to my feet and attempted to open the door but it was hopeless, I seemed to be locked away. What had I gotten in to last night, I never remember doing anything wrong. I was just driving home from work that night heading through the inner city… My heart abruptly began to pound briskly. I remember a vibrant light closing in on me, I felt the impact of another car smash into mine head on. That was all I could remember until now, was it a dream? Every thing seemed so real. I revised my body; every part of me seemed intact. I guess it was just a dream, still though where am I?

I placed my head against the ground sensing a light tapping echo along the floor outside. The door slid open before I could react, two figures stepped in to the cell. They hastily moved around me cuffing my wrists, lifting me up and dragging me out in to a constricted hallway. I remained petrified in fear of my current situation staring at the pulsing lights along the ceiling. The men dragged me around a final corner into a dimly lighted room, where they dropped me into a stiff armchair. The men departed from the room.

A beam of light swiftly shot across the dark room revealing a tall man dressed in an executive style suit. The man started to speak, “As you likely don’t know you have been selected out of a group of people to become one of our first generations of experimental clones for the S-Death organization.” I continued on speechless, having no idea what was going on. The man continued, “Your original had just recently experienced a car accident, the corpse was in excellent condition to be cloned,” he quickly paused, “do you remember any of this?” I slowly replied, “I was in a crash, I remember everything.” The man continued to explain, “You are currently a clone, your original is dead, you are one of our few successful experiments.” I couldn’t get over what this man was saying, nothing seemed to be true. I could remember every detail of my life to this point. I exploded in rage, “NO, this isn’t possible. I remember my life and my family,” I kicked at the floor in fury. Who was this man, his claims seemed so convincing but I did not want to believe them. Without any further word the man pulled a remote out from his left pocket and pushed one of the buttons. The floor began to spread apart, cool vapours steamed upwards. When the room cleared I leaned closer to the pit before me, my hear began to beat fast. My head couldn’t handle the fact that I was looking down at my own mangled body spread over a pain of ice. The man started to speak again, “We plan on releasing you back to your family under our conditions,” he began to list off, “we will observe all your actions as you join back into society, we will have full legal control over you, and you must continue to course of your original life. Any defiance in the rules and you will be terminated.”

The two men re-entered the room carrying riot shields and weighted down in heavy armour. “Follow us,” one of the men said, “we will escort you to your new vehicle.” The man lead me to a main hall where I could see large groups of people shifting around outside were protesters holding up signs and banners, some yelling and chanting in hate. When we finally reached the glass doors, I was able to read some of the banners, “Anti-cloning Law”, “Stop destroying our identity”, “God opposes the copying of his creations.” I mumbled. I couldn’t feel the difference between being a clone or my original self. Why was I hated? Why can’t I just join back into society? People may now fear and hate me, but I am still the same person from what I can see. I am harmless. I started to look around once again. We were now outside facing the crowds, that were being pushed back by riot officers. A path was created off to the side of the protesters, the men lead me through. No one assumed I was a clone at this point, but I believe if they had I would be dead by now. The men came to a halt, stopping in the middle of a open parkade. “Take these,” the taller man said as he handed me a set of keys, “you are to take this complimentary car, it’s the same make and model as your old vehicle.” I scanned forward sighting a while Marauder, my usual source for transportation. Stepping forward I entered the cockpit and got positioned in the seat. Looking to my right I noticed the men were quickly striding back to the structure from which we had came. I had seen this building many times on the news, the Bureau of Genetic-Sciences, as it raised major controversies on the ethics of cloning. I personally believe cloning is wrong and should be prohibited, but now I sit here wondering what were to happen if I had not been cloned.

I navigated back home and parked the car on the roof. What will my wife and child think of me? They already know I am a clone. I exited the car and anxiously ran up to the door, I haven’t seen my family in what seems like forever. When I placed my hand on the door knob I wondered, should I walk in or ring the doorbell? Maybe it would be better if I rang the bell, thinking back to the vicious protestors. My hand motioned over the button. Nicole my wife opened the door, “Uh… hel… hello?” She gasped stumbling backward into the living room. She was scared of me, my wife would never fear me, what have I become? Nicole then motioned me into the kitchen, she was speechless. We sat down at the table across from each other. I noticed that she had not took her eyes off me since I arrived. Did she not trust me? Suddenly I heard a thumping noise, the noise of Sixe running upstairs. When Sixe reached the kitchen he stopped dead in his tracks, “Dad?” he whispered to himself in question. I couldn’t believe this, Sixe is seven years old although even he sensed a difference in my existence. No one talked they just stared at me. Sixe walked the perimeter of the kitchen while Nicole just leaned back on her stool. I felt angry and frustrated, I have not changed but the way people are treated me makes me feel like an outcast. It was too awkward sitting with these people who didn’t even know me any more, so I decided to leave.

I straightened out of my stool and headed to the door. I didn’t look back, I just imagined my wife and child in the kitchen doorway observing my actions. I walked out onto the roof entered the Marauder. While I was driving I just thought about what my life would be like if I continued. My family has already accepted my death, they wouldn’t cry for me if I was gone, to them I was already gone. I arrived at my planned destination, the Bureau of Genetic-Sciences. Slowly I drove up behind the immense crowd of protester and shifted into park. I feel it is still unethical to commit suicide but once the protesters find out I’m a clone they will surely kill me to get their message across. I stepped out of the car and began to push through the sea of banners and signs. I felt I am leaving so much behind, yet no one cares about me. I am not real to them. I began to speed up shoving my way to the core of the crowd, my body was consumed in the shapes and figures of the crowd.