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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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My entire body jerks in time with Poppy's death even as I feel a surge from Duet. Solo rocks back on her heels as the girl dies. Mother's tearful face turns to me in the same moment as she reaches for me, only to flicker out and vanish.


The tear in the bubble behind her seals closed with a hiss.


"You fool." I choke on the words. "Now we all vanish." I almost welcome it.


But Solo looks around, down at herself, her smile returning. "Not so, sister mine." When she laughs there's an hysterical edge to it. "It worked as well as I hoped." She points at me, then at herself. "We're changed, he changed us enough."


Beckett breaks free at last, screaming, throws himself at Solo.


I can't watch when they kill him, but I force myself to, make myself watch his beautiful face, so dear to me, contort under the electric charge of one, two, finally three tasers. It takes that much to kill him, so much Solo actually looks afraid a moment before it's done.


Chapter 123: All Fall Down