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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 sits chained beside me, piled with so much metal even she can't break free, though I know she's trying, her ichor leaking out to attack the metal links. But they resist her blood and I know now Solo has prepared this group for us, likely has packs of kids similar to this one all around the city ready to grab us or pretend friendship in order to bring us in.


Which makes Socrates's suggestion I'm from here all the more real. Though when I think of the young genius my whole body rejects the thought he may even now be gone.


"Out." Duet growls the word while Poppy rises, goes to the door of the little cage. It's mostly wood, with only a few steel bars. The ceiling is low, but it's wide and long, some kind of shipping container I can only guess. I know I can break us out, but what then?


Chapter 105: Cade