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My name is Zelda Young. When you read this morning's paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day I had last week. Normally there is never anything newsworthy about my life. But that all changed last Thursday. Of course, everything seemed quite normal, at first. I made breakfast for my family. I performed my chores. I completed my projects. I ran my errands. In truth, I spent the day as I spent every other day, quietly polishing the routine of my life until it gleamed with perfection. That's why it was so astonishing when I decided to go to my hall closet and retrieve a revolver that had never been used. "BANG!"
My body was discovered by my neighbor, Mrs. Martha Hoover, who had been startled by a strange popping sound. Her curiosity aroused, Mrs.. Hoover tried to think of a reason for dropping in on me unannounced. After some initial hesitation, she decided to return the sim module she had borrowed six months before. "AHHHHH!"
"It's my neighbor. I think she's been shot and there's blood everywhere"
"Yes...You've Got to send an ambulance, you've got to send one right now".
And for a moment Mrs. Hoover stood motionless in her kitchen, grief-stricken by this senseless tragedy, but only for a moment. If there was one thing Mrs. Hoover was known for, it was her ability to look on the bright side. (Mrs. Hoover sets the sim module back in her cupboard, smiling to herself).
I was laid to rest on a Monday. After the funeral all the residents of Wisteria Lane came to pay their respects. However, that was not the most interesting or even the most important event of the day. The most important moment was when, after the funeral, my body was removed from it's grave and placed in a van. A Van for Dynne Medical Research Center.
Dynne Medical claimed to be searching for a cure to aging. But unbeknownst to the public, they weren't researching a form of medication or a type of procedure. No, what Dynne Medical was experimenting with was cloning. They had been trying to clone a fully functioning replica of a dying or dead individual and download memories into the clone. Of course, they weren't quite up to that stage. Most of their clones turned out to be not quite what was expected.
"AHHH!"
"What's it doing! Get Back!"
"BANG!"
Currently their were only two physically complete clones, and one of them was mine. Unfortunately for Dynne Medical Research Center they couldn't input my memories or skills into the clone, as I had quite damaged that area of my body. They downloaded simple things into my clone, like how to speak English and how to walk. Now that they moved onto this phase of their research, they didn't need me anymore. My body was taken to the incinerator. As smoke from my body was purified my story ended. However, the story of my clone was just beginning.