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The eugenic scientist wanted me cloned
because of my high IQ and beauty,
after all, my friends and I went through
the IQ and beauty test duties.

Those who failed the test were denied access
to the cloning room and were doomed,
only 18 years of age and euthanized
while in the "sleeping" room.

I tried not to show any emotion or rage
or I'd be put in a holding brainwashing cage,
so robotically I lay down on the sterilized table
and played along as I was able.

They placed my cells in a petri dish
and placed them in a host egg provider
while covered in a caffeine solution, they then
shocked my cells till they slowly divided.

The experiment which they labeled #33
was a success as they came out of the womb room
having made three more clones of me
which they exclaimed was a victory.

Negative emotions overcame me so they
brought me to the brainwashing room
where they tried to convince me saying over
and over that cloning was for man kinds good.

Since, I failed at brainwashing they showed
me to another room down the hall
and thinking of my friends and missing
them all, I finally started to bawl.

I thought of the parents I never knew
and what they might've been like
snatched from them right after birth
because traditional parenting was deemed a curse.

Upon entering the room they harshly
strapped me down to the hard table,
reminding me that crying was wrong
and that I was being unstable.

Slowly, injecting the poison in my arm
it looked like the lights above me swirled,
saying that I was a heretic and a rebel
that didn't belong in this brave new world.



4-2-17

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