“Clonefish” / Memorable Fancies #1994

It started with goldfish. Before we dared try the technique on people, we cloned goldfish.

I’m looking at one now, one of the first clonefish, staring into its bowl. It looks back at me, opening and closing its mouth. I think it’s trying to say something. About being an original, not a clone. How pathetic.

Now we routinely clone people, and there is some discrimination by the originals (the “O’s”) against the clones (the “C’s), whom we can’t help thinking of as somehow inferior, suitable only for totin’ barges and liftin’ bales.

For myself, I know I’m an “O” – Don’t I?


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