In the atomic year 8900.33 biological technology is highly detailed. People can have clones made of themselves. These clones have the exact personality, memories, and attributes of the person. They are fabricated in large wombs, and great effort is made to include every imperfection, every aspect.
Birth is easy, and clones are born with the knowledge they chose to be cloned. This existence is with explicit consent. No clone can be created against the will of the person, since they have all the memories, any deception is apparent.
I had 10 clones made recently. I had so much to do, so many tasks. I was overwhelmed. There were unfinished projects, new projects, and little chores I needed done, I simply didn’t have the time. I went to the clone facility and paid my credits. I was scanned, sampled, and given all the information on how to deal with my clones.
The facility was a semi-religious place called the Church of Loa. They were famous for creating heroes from myth and legend and acting out social change with these characters. The stories became society’s way of dealing with the chaos of our world and the immense complexity of life today.
Regardless, the Church of Loa was the place you needed to go to get clones made. I was willing, so my clones would be willing. I was eager so my clones would be eager.
They were made in 3 days, and I was present at their birth. I welcomed them to existence, which was rather disorienting at first. We all said the same thing at the same time, in the same way. The echo lasted a few hours before we were able to find a silence and method to speak in turn.
We all knew what the tasks were and how to do them. We now needed a method of determining which one of us would be doing which task. We decided to use dice. We rolled for each task and agreed to begin work at once. I rolled the dice too, and even though I was the original, we didn’t think of myself as any different, we were 11 people with the same mind.
Small differences occurred over the next few days. However, the clones and I all looked the same and sounded the same, so empathy was easy. I didn’t have any self-loathing; however, I did have some self-apathy, which made the process a little easier. I didn’t care about being original or unique.
Soon the tasks started to be completed and those who finished began helping the others. Each day we came together and retold our adventures and trials. We shared how we felt, and deepest emotions. We used these small differences to separate ourselves from the whole.
After 2 weeks, most of the tasks were done and our previous harmony was beginning to degrade.
We decide on mortal combat to determine who would live. All 11 of us would fight to the death, and the single remaining victor would survive. Agreeing to this was easy, I had thought of this as a resolution before being cloned, so they all were familiar with the idea.
There was 1 clone who didn’t want to fight, we killed them first. Then broke off into pairs. Some used weapons, some used physical combat. I used a large pipe, and my clone used a shovel. We struggled and swung wildly. I stunned them and ended the combat quickly. Others dragged their fights out longer. Then after resting we paired up again.
The 2 pairs fought ruthlessly, and I sat and watched, I was the odd clone out. Everyone was evenly matched, and luck decided the result, much in the same way as the dice roll. Sometimes we attacked at the same time in the same way.
Then the 3 remaining bodies fought, and the original died from combat wounds. The remaining victor was responsible for the burial and disposal of the bodies. My bodies were put into a hyperbolic chamber and atomized. I returned the remains to the Church of Loa and was given a certificate of originality.
Now I don’t have as much to do, and my burdens are lessened. However, I feel restless and think that if I had 10 more clones again, we could really change the world. We could invent sorts of global solutions and immense plans. I have written down many of these ideas, and when I’m ready, I’ll get cloned again.
I know there are risks to cloning, since every replication can cause copy errors, leading to cancer. I know I’m a clone. I have seen my weak spots, I have heard my own voice through the violence, and seen myself die.
Next time, I think I would prefer a different kind of suicide.