NEW OPPORTUNITY .’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’ Hazy colors moved through my head. People flashed by, and the memories of them associated with dreams as unknown noises and the light came to consciousness. I opened my eyes, and knew something was wrong. I stared around my bedroom, and the things stared back at me. Everything in the place I knew as my home felt familiar, but somehow uncomfortable. I would have gone through my daily routine, as normal. Somehow, though, even my own face looked strange when checked in the mirror. Going downstairs, I found my husband Amett, sitting at the kitchen table. “Won’t you be late for work?” He looked around suddenly, like a rodent. “Hi! I was just leaving. I made you breakfast.” He got up out of the chair, got his coat and keys, and walked up to me. “Feeling well?” “Why?” I shot. “Don’t act that way. You woke up later than usual. I thought you might be sick.” “Oh. I’m sorry. I feel fine, dear.” “I’m glad to hear it.” He said, as he smiled very wide. He ran to the door. “Thanks for asking!” I added. He turned and smiled again, then he left. I would have asked why he ran late, but I felt embarrassed enough already. He rarely ever ran late, but I could accept the because he was my caring man. It’s acceptable for him to run late, since he paid the bills. I began the day as normal. Washed laundry, made the bedroom, fed the cat, etc. The whole time, the feelings from the morning stayed with me. I didn’t believe in the meaningfulness of dreams, but this time was different. These dreams felt real, or to blend with reality seamlessly, yet these dreams flashed by like random images and thoughts, like regular dreams. On top of it all, since I woke up, the day felt slightly less than familiar. I wouldn’t have thought anything of Amett’s being late, the awkward feeling in my body, or the unfriendliness of everything, or my dreams, but they all happened together, and I felt more scared as the day went on. With nothing else to do, I watched the news a while, and nothing seemed unusual. I went for a walk. Everything looked the same, and I gained nothing from it except fear. Everything I saw seemed different; colors seemed a little off, and my focus was like my eyes failed to adjust quite right. I felt paranoid and suspicious; I thought I noticed a man watching me a few times. I went back home in less than an hour. I called my friend Elmise, who I knew from college. We chatted a little about goings on. I subtly tried to get it out of her if she thought anything seemed extraordinary about today. She didn’t say anything helpful, so I just explained how I felt and even mentioned the man I noticed. She laughed a little at it, as if I were playing a game, and asked if I felt bored with being a housewife again. I told her I was sincerely scared, but she passed it off as unimportant and told me she wouldn’t worry. When we finished talking, the feeling set in that the world had changed and nobody else noticed. Left alone to my thoughts, theories went through my mind, and I just had to do something or else I might have gone crazy. I almost left the house again, but then Amett
arrived. I spent the rest of that day at home, Amett was so nice and even helpful. I felt safe again and almost lost my worries. During the next few days, nothing about my dreams scared me, and home felt like home again. Nothing felt bazaar. Nothing interesting happened. I missed the feeling of dread, because at least something was interesting about it. I gave more thought to Elmise’s question. I became bored with my life. Even though I had free time, doing the same things at the same time made the days dull. I wondered how I stood it before. Despite being a housewife, I wasn’t the sort of person who took all their happiness from that. I thought about it and determined that after I experienced something exciting, I wanted more. To break the stifling boredom, I made trips around town when I finished work. I visited odd places, usually, just to see them. I had fun, and seeing the world reminded me that all was right. [About a month] after my strange day, the idea of going to the morgue entered my mind. When I thought of it, some quiet thoughts entertained and scared me. The thought of seeing dead bodies scared me a little, but something said I had to do it or I would never be comfortable. Before I finished all of the day’s tasks, I had to leave. I took the high-speed transport. I noticed that businessmen filled it, and realized I left just when Amett would get home. The idea of him finding me on it seemed inexplicably scary somehow. The solemn, well-kept morgue beckoned me to enter. It will be interesting, I thought. I also thought it would be depressing, but my quiet thoughts told me it had to be done. A wrinkled man sat at the desk at the door. He seemed surprised to see me enter. “Good afternoon miss.” “Hi. I’m dong a project for my college classes on what happens to people after they die. May I have a look around?” “If you were telling the truth, I would give a you the full tour. I think I know what you came for, though. Follow me and I’ll bring you to them.” I had nothing to say. The truth came forward; the man had confirmed it by his words. I knew the truth waited for me, but I didn’t admit it to myself just yet because I wanted it to be false. I walked with him, only feeling dread. The last barrier in my mind kept the fear from that first day from returning, or else I would have run home. We went into an office filled with drawers and computers. He turned to me and said, kindly “Before I show this to you, remember that you are not alone.” He opened a drawer marked “recent”, fingered through the folders, and pulled one up. He handed it to me like my own death certificate. I stared at it. “I’ll leave you alone now. Take your time.” I may have stood there for an hour. No thoughts went through my head, just emotions. With fear, I confronted the proof. As soon as I opened the folder, I saw a picture of myself. From the papers I read my name and a report. “Died: early morning of 07-05-41-’84 Cause: death by stabbing in Murder/robbery. Investigation is in progress. Deceased requested reproduction in case of death without notification of facsimile.” I never realized I feared it until then. I met the truth: A woman the same as me died, the police informed her will office, they had the Cloners make a copy, and before the they took a template body and crafted it to be as similar as possible to the way the deceased was the previous morning. The day after that, I woke up (for the first time) with an unadjusted and slightly improved body. The sights and other memories from my birth seemed like dreams. It happened many times before, and it happened to that woman and
myself. I would not have known if curiosity and subtle fear hadn’t brought me to the truth, and when it did I panicked. I ran out of the morgue and went home in a daze. I recalled talking with Amett about how we can both live forever, and how we would be born again in a better state then when we died. Now that it happened, I realized the implications, and my world fell apart. I thought consolation waited for me at home. I fumbled with the keys and blindly stumbled in. Amett called from somewhere, “Lofie! Why didn’t you finish your chores today?” Running downstairs I cried “I’m not Lofie! I’m her clone!” “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that dear. Where were you?” “I just found out. And I’m very distressed, Amett!” “I don’t see what’s wrong about that. You are the same person, you just had a lull in the middle of your lifetime.” “No! I’m not the same person. I am a copy of your wife. She died, and I was born.” “If you look at it that way, what’s troubling about that? I think you’re distressed because you know you died for a time.” I wanted consolation, not to drag it out. I had to admit he had a point, though. I sat down and stopped crying for a second. “Okay. Maybe that’s part of it. I feel like Lofie because I’m her copy, so it just feels like I died. Right?” “You’re looking at it wrong. Your body is a copy, meaning it’s the same thing. You are the same person as the one that was murdered. It’s all the same. This is what you wanted anyway. You have a chance to continue where you left off.” “We are identical, but I’m a unique, different thing! Besides that, I’m not a copy. The first morning of my life, I remember my face looked different. Not only that, but my mind feels different. You made it so I’d be different, didn’t you?” “So what? You’ve been reborn to be better.” “You think it’s so simple, but it can’t be! So much is wrong! I mean, I don’t even have parents. I’m just something put together by machines. I don’t know if that even makes me a human.’ “This is becoming nonsense. Listen, you have he same mind and everything as Lofie, right? Basically, you are the same, and you are going to continue to live as she did. By accepting that, you are the same being by all means. You can accept that, and everything will be right. Or, you can reject that and accept being a clone, but you have no other identity but the one of Lofie. Either way, you are Lofie.” He approached me and took my hand. “Please, let’s just forget this. I just want you, whoever you are.” Finally, I felt a little better. I wanted to talk more, to prove this was all wrong, but felt consolated enough to ignore it for now. “Okay. I will.” That night, in a rare act of sympathy he helped me do the chores. Something bothered me, though. “Amett, do you know how the investigation is going?” “Investigation for what?” “Your wife’s murder.” “Oh. I doubt they’ll find him. People have been dieing more since cloning started you know.” “It doesn’t bother you.”
“No. As I said, you are the same person. Well, a little different, but for the better.” He smiled jovially at that. Another truth waited for me now. Like the first one I learned that day, it nagged until I felt ready to confirm it. While Amett slept, I left bed and explored the garage. In a box I found it-a bloody knife. Amett convinced me to insure my cloning, and then he told them the changes he wanted, such as fixing my emotions to be less adventurous. His plan failed because I wanted to be adventurous. He found no problem with death if cloning followed, so I have no regret about killing him His choice.. I doubt the police even care, since so many are like Amett. That’s why I’m in this place now, far from home. .’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’.’
Clone finds dead original. What is life? At the beginning, the clone wakes up in bed, and doesn’t realize anything happened. She has all the same memories of the original up to the morning of the day she died. She made arrangements ahead of time for a clone to be made in case of her death so that she can continue living. There has been cloning for years, meaning the mind-making is very proficient. The clone has no idea at first, thinking she is the original. She then notices odd discontinuities. She stops looking into it when it seems investigating would confirm she is a clone. It’s finally confirmed when she actually sees the body of her original. (notices she is slightly prettier than the original) She notices a man following her. Her husband admits he knew about it, and tells her in several ways that it’s okay. “You’re continuing where she left off” He says she is the same person, and the facts are nothing to be concerned over. Then it turns out her husband killed the origional because he could change the clone to be somewhat better. She doesn’t confront him, but just asks if he also has a clone, and then kills him in the same way as the original. The narrative turns out to be a first-person story by the clone, being published for clone rights. -She wanted to get out of traditional role of housewife. Lost desire to, but reminded of it by her friends.
Now supposed to continue as if nothing happened “You didn’t finish everything today.” Remember: must want passionately She should stay out longer They might think: just a mean husband Not even of the species
Put in hints that she missed something from the previous day. Finances are suddenly tighter. After a few days, the original personality begins to return. Finds she actually is bored, so she pursued it some more > she goes outside again to see if the world looks better or different > sees the investigator again > this time she walk toward him, but he drives away > she looks into mail and accounts and such > almost finds definitive proof, but back off when her theory fears seem close to being confirmed > Something calls her not to leave this (old personality), so she goes to the morgue > sees her body > very upset; recalls previous arrangements to reader and explains > goes to Amett for consolation, but actually is made more upset (Husband is tired from something and upset “Just want you…to be happy, that is.”) (also, she asks how he would fee were he to die and be cloned) > looks in clone facility records to find out about differences made and examination, finding evidence of murder and that there is a pre-investigation (investigator) > realizes that he killed her to make her fit with him better when she puts together evidence > murders in same way What about changes in tension? He argues that her acceptance of the ways of the original is accepting of her being the same person. Argues that either way, accepting or rejecting means she is the old person. Identity is hazy. Perhaps the private investigator visits to report to Amett. Notices she is suspicious and tries to kill her later. Amett talks to him on the phone after a failed attempt, and she overhears him saying that killing her would just reset her to the morning. Bring up the fact that she is a unique and different person in her own right. Amett tries to do things to keep her down and to conform. “Death makes life worth living. It’s not so bad if you die once in a while.” In the clone story, the general attitude of everybody is that a substitute copy of a life is the same as an original. Similar atitudes should come up in something, such as when something takes over/replaces minds. By appearance, the beings continue are the same people with some new advantages, but they actually died. Somebody attacks this with violence, but this thing is shown in different lights.