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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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Duet's face contorts, her metal half twisting in anger, this time the faster side to act. I see her green eye flash, know her rage is rising and grab her hands before she can do something foolish.


"They can't hurt us in here," I say. "We're safe, Duet."


She growls like an animal, terrifying, though she stays where she is. "Hurt us."


"They can't, Duet." I reach out and lock the doors, using the button on the console controlling them, hear the click as the truck obeys even as it shudders its unhappiness, tied to Duet. "They can't break in. We're fine. Let them try."


A low moan rises from her, the scent of burning plastic and overtaxed metal ready to fail filling the cabin. I fear suddenly she might break, mind shattering as she fights for control, but after a moment she stills, the terrible frown fading a little.


Chapter 87: Deception