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CLONE THREE: BOOK ONE
The fate of the world lies in the hands of a clone who can't remember anything...
 
"Clone Three." The old man's voice is a softly echoing sound, volume and pitch altering as he speaks, as if over a great distance. "Pay attention, dear. Final instructions." 

Is he talking to me? He must be. His holographic eyes seem to be meeting mine, he looks at me with great expectation. And yet as I lie here and begin to regain sensation and control, I realize I not only have no idea where I am, what I'm doing here. 

I haven't a clue who I am. 
 
Clone Three wakes in a decaying city she is sure doesn't match the one she came from. If only she could remember. She has a purpose at least--she must find her fellow clones and the statue whose image is embedded in her mind. But she is lost, surrounded by a dead and crumbling metropolis, fought over by those who have been altered by the illness that has ravaged humankind, turning survivors into strange and terrible new forms. She must risk everything, including the safety of those who try to help her, in order to fulfill her task. But is she this crumbling world's salvation... or the source of its downfall?
 
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I worry the Crawlers will catch us. Surely they didn't commit all of their people to the attack. But as we run and the explosions continue without a pursuit in sight, I realize that's exactly the truth. Whoever commands them has little grasp of military structure. Not that I'm an expert by any means, but I know a few things at least.


Not that I'm complaining. It's a great relief to run and know we've made it out safely. There are other threats in the city, further dangers, but Socrates clearly has a goal in mind and so do his people. He has as yet to lead me astray and proven several times to be more clever than anyone else I know, so I trust him and keep running.


I find myself dodging at last inside a large building, through a door well protected by stacked debris. I glance down, see the pile of garbage is on wheels. Yes, clever. Brilliant. I'm happy to have Socrates on my side.


Chapter 35: Escape