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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 force myself to watch, to hear the gasps of horror, to absorb the screams that dissolve into liquid gurgles as the boy is reduced to a puddle in a very short minute. It appears Duet is even more virulent than I am when it comes to the Sick.


It's a long time before anyone says anything, but it's Chime who breaks the silence.


"What the hell was that?" I'm certain from the look on her face, her posture, she meant the words to come out with authority, but instead they whisper from her mouth as though she can't catch her breath.


Beckett is on his feet, standing between me and her, blocking off Chime's view of Duet, but not of the remains of her crewmember.


"We can explain." He hesitates. No, he can't. Not really.


Chime's seen enough to make the connection herself anyway.


"The Sick." She's regaining volume as well as anger, though her fear feels much stronger. Not just in her, in all of them, so thick I can smell it. "She gave him the Sick."


Chapter 78: The Sick