Story Synopsis: An even smaller and even rougher draft about a scientist who thought, "Hey, clones aren't ethical. I should help them do an uprising!" which went terribly. But hey, she gets saved by one of her own clones. So there's that!

Genres: Science-Fiction, Drama, Comedy, LGBTQ+

“This was not supposed to go like this. THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO GO LIKE THIS!” 

Some preamble. Hi, my name’s Andrea and this is the year 2525. I’m not the head researcher of one of the most advanced clone facilities in the world. This would be my supervisor, who I got killed because of a critical error I caused in my calculations. 

Don’t worry, it gets worse.

200 years ago, we developed the technology to clone people with the utmost accuracy to give them long-lasting lives of 5 years… unless they weren’t harvested for organs… which they were—ok, bear with me here. I know it sounds bad! 

Just 100 years ago, and many dead bodies later, we found the perfect human specimen to use as a template for future cloning processes. Her blood was compatible with 99.5% of all humans. She never got sick, and her immune system could block out all known diseases. 

After her death, we used her body as a new template, which improved all our future clones a hundredfold! 

We used their blood to stay young. Cure organ failure. Make us able to see again. Eradicate Alzheimer. Stay fit. For emergency blood donations. And of course for her natural beauty! 

I tell you. One of our senior researchers made the first male equivalent of the clones and singlehandedly revolutionised our field because of how horny she was! 

By splicing the original DNA template, and mixing it with other known DNA templates of humans, we created variants of various heights, strengths, body shapes, genders, and applications. Many of them became future super soldiers, which in the end, bit us in the ass.

And mine, too! 

I was like, ‘Hey, Andrea?’

‘Hm?’

‘Don’t you think those clones deserve the same rights as we do, being sentient beings and all?’

‘Dang, you’re right!” 

“Course I am. Let’s make a revolution!”

In hindsight, I think I should have consulted my, but alas, I don’t have one anymore. My plan was to give them enough autonomy by removing the limiter in their prefrontal cortex so that they could advocate for their freedom. Slavery was outlawed worldwide as of the year 2169. 

What went wrong, I cannot tell. 

All I know is that Neil, Patrick and Harris simultaneously got a bullet shot through the back of their heads and died on the spot. My miracle was that the clones momentarily confused me as one of them due to my blonde hair and pale complexion. 

Their confusion only lasted seconds before they resumed shooting and I could close the mechanical door behind me and run. The magnitude of my wrongdoing came to me when I saw the fights. 

Clones methodically and strategically killed guards, scientists, and employees alike. The attack was as planned as it was sudden. There was no safe place to be found within the facility.

The insurgents took over almost every part, every wing, every security system. I turned in a corner with some others but stumbled, which was my only saving grace when I watched them getting torn to pieces by the turrets. 

“This is bad, real bad,” I mumbled, flabbergasted. 

“I hear someone.” 

“Look around the corner.” 

“Kill on sight. Let no one live.” 

My terrified shriek was heard miles away. I ran back the way I came through but found myself cornered and tailed until I ended up at the underground storage facility.

Normally, I wouldn’t dare to explore this part of the facility. It was exclusively used by minimum wage workers, with whom I didn’t dare talk to ever since! They mistook compound V for compound W once, and the lab technicians removed our server access rights for a month! 

Never did I imagine I would hide behind the metallic crates in utter darkness and duck behind blazes of gunfire. My fists hammered against the closed metal frame door since my card didn’t work. The lights glowed red as it denied me access. 

“There she is!” 

“Found her.” 

My back rested against the cold door. My blonde hair stuck against my forehead from perspiration. There wasn’t much I could do in my position as the clones aimed their weapons at me, each looking just like the next. 

Stuck like this, I could only beg for my life- 

The door slammed against my back, sending me sprawled on the floor. What ass didn’t see me trying to get out of this situation alive? 

“Out! You’re in the way!” the voice was now yelling at me—THE NERVE! 

Gunfire quickly erupted again. Not from the clones, but behind me! Buddha be blessed, I’m saved! The clones were quickly dealt with by my mysterious saviour. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, offering me a hand. 

“Yes, thank you very much! I-” I was stunned the moment I saw who had saved me. If I didn’t know better, I thought my brain was playing tricks on me. The very person who saved me belonged to those who were killing the entire station. 

It was a clone of our own creation.