No one has ever done anything bad enough to be cloned. To scientists, we are seen as an advancement in technology. To the religious, we are titled as spawn of Satan. To others, we are fake. We breathe. We see. We think. We dream. We have emotions. We are real.

I guess I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Vaporeon. I'm, as suggested, a Vaporeon. Since I am a replica, I have no true name. Rather, "Vaporeontwo" is a title to the secondary of a Vaporeon.

There are other clones. We have bonded together through the empathy of being titled 'worthless.'

I look up to Mewtwo. He is not our leader, he is our family. He created us through his deep depression of being alone, but we have no hatred for him doing so. We gave us life - the greatest essence.

Sometimes, I've felt there is no reason to living. But, Mewtwo has always been there, always saying that I have a purpose. He said that I must live. He said that we would have to face the darkness of living together, because suicide would be giving up. Suicide would be surrendering to the race who believes we are worthless - originals.

I often wonder about my 'parent'. She is a young, azure fox like I. My only contact with her was a deathly battle. She fought for the merit of being a child of God, while I fought to defend the 'worthless' ones. I wonder if I'll ever see her again...

Now, gazing at the crimson sunset, I once begin pounder upon my philosophies. What if that race is right? Do clones lack souls? Are we truly ... worthless?