Hm. I've never read the 'replica' series or watched the 'Clone High' show. What actors/actresses are in it? I might've heard about it somewhere if there's someone I like in it :)

Actually it's pretty lame how I thought of this- the idea came to me as I was listening to Pat Benatar while cleaning my extrememly messy room. Her song "My clone sleeps alone" is one of my favorites :P Muahahah! Music...its a highly inspirational thing! =eats some chicken=

Chapter 1

"Why can't you just cooperate for once?" Eith asked Dementia's prone form. She still hadn't awoken from the paralyzer's painful jab. Mumbling to himself, Eith lifted her slight form from the harsh coldness of the floor tiles and moved her to one of the hospital-like beds. He looked down at her outlandish beauty, basked in the gentle blue-glow of the overhead lights. He ran a fingertip down her cheek. "There's so few of us. I wish you'd stop attempting these things on your own."

"Who else would she 'attempt' her pitifully rebellious acts with?" The sinister voice echoed in the cold, near-barren chamber.

Eith turned to his 'creator' with an expressionless face. He didn't answer. The man in white smirked. "You, perhaps?" He raised a bony finger to point at Eith. "Do you really believe the three of you have the ability to corrupt my control?"

"It's already corrupt..." Eith mumbled, but refrained himself from registering the proud presence any further. He turned his back to the cruel man, kneeling beside Dementia and whispering unintelligible propositions in her ear. She could hear him and listened, smiling inwardly, outwardly immobile.

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Gaz turned the knob and stepped onto the sky-blue carpeting, eyes fixed on the slopes of the ceiling. Smiling, she pushed the door open further, stepping to the side as the boys walked in with the luggage. Dib hauled his suitcase onto the large, brassy table, looking around.

"Nice place." He commented, moving to expect the rooms. Gaz grinned as Zim hoisted her suitcase onto a chair, looking dubious.

"What exactly did you pack?"

"Not telling." She patted her suitcase, knocking away the prying gloved hand's grasp on the zipper. Zim frowned, vowing to unzip the suitcase as soon as she was distracted.

"Wow! This room's got a Jacuzzi!" Dib walked out of the room across from the lounging area. Gaz dragged her suitcase into the room and flopped down on the king-sized bed. "This one's ours." She said, sitting up and turning on the paper-screened might-stand lamp. It glowed romantically, illuminating the ebony wood-goddess carved into the base. She grinned slyly.

"Hey! Why don't I get the room with the Jacuzzi?!" Dib fumed, crossing his arms.

"What's a Jacuzzi?"

Both siblings fixed the alien with surprised stares, then grinned identical, Membrane smiles. Gaz looked up at her brother, eyes alight. "THAT'S why we get this room."

Dib looked slightly miffed, but surrendered to his sibling with the assurance of future hilarity. Grabbing his luggage from the tabletop, he bounded up the stairway to the dim-lit, pearl and peach painted loft. Gaz stared after him questioningly, eyeing the perfectly nice bedroom adjacent to the one she and Zim would be staying in. Halfway up, Dib turned, fixing his sister with a grim stare.

"There's no way I'd sleep in a bedroom beside you two."

Gaz laughed, smiling mock-evilly. Zim looked between the two, confused. "What's so funny?" He thought it obvious that Dib would want to be as far away from him as possible, they had reputations to keep up, after all.

Dib just stared at his ex-arch nemesis. Then at his sister. She bit her lower lip, biting back the slight urge to spit out something indecent, the corners of her mouth curling. "I'll leave THAT one to Gaz, I think..." Dib laughed, climbing the rest of the stairs. His hurried unpacking could be heard from the opening of the overlook loft wall.

"You're keeping some important information from me." Zim concluded, turning to fix his girlfriend with an accusing glare.

"I don't deny it." She hopped off the bed and padded towards the large encased box-like form in the far corner of the room. Placing blood-red nailed hands on the corner of the top, she lifted it slightly. "You sure you wanna know what a Jacuzzi is?" She smiled as he walked over hesitantly.

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Ritz placed a petite hand on the glass, feeling the heated bubbles of the neon blue liquid zip by, underneath her palm. She smiled gently at the being in the containment tank, letting it know the company was friendly for once. It fixed her with lovely deep-sea eyes, seemingly emanating a soft glow of their own behind the stabilizing liquid. Its short hair fanned out above its head, a glistening weightless cloud. It looked a little like Dementia, Ritz noticed. She frowned. The body was growing far faster than any rate ever before achieved while developing a clone. She hoped it didn't include an increase in the procedure's pain, remembering her own time developing. Like a floatingin a glass-shard encasement, ground up pieces working their way through your system on the inside. She shuddered, crossing her arms, eyeing it sadly.

The door slammed open, knocking into the wall on the other side. Mr. Jade stepped in, looking around. He spotted Ritz and stalked over to her, eyes blazing. He stopped a foot from the clone, peering down at her untidy black tresses and now-cold steel-gray eyes.

"I thought I told you to never enter this room." He seethed, foul breath making her grimace, rather than the conviction. She turned her gaze up to him slowly, loathingly. "Even you." He said. His eyebrows knitted in contempt. "I made you. ALL of you. And you dare to disobey me, to contradict straight orders?!"

She returned her gaze to the metallic tiles, turning to leave. She knew she'd regret it later, but detestation is a difficult thing to ignore. He grabbed her thin arm, and even though he was incapable of restraining her by any means, she halted.

She watched the emotions play across his face. Anger. Frustration. And finally, a filmy resolve. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into an imploring, honey-saturated tone. "What have I done wrong? Have I not given you everything you asked for? Food, clothes, shelter. Friends. You are the strongest and most intelligent creatures to roam this earth. Your very appearance is your own concoction, you are everything you could dream of being, because of me." He gave her a pitiful attempt at a hurt look. She saw through it as easily as if it were the glass of the tank. She had once believed there was kindness in those stony eyes, a hint of compassion harbored in his natural chest. She gazed at him in puzzlement. Were all natural-humans this way. This corrupt? She frowned. All of the ones in charge of this institution were anyways...

He took her expression as a sign of self-questioning. He smiled, placing an arm around her shoulders. "You know what I do is for the best, darling. You've always known. You used to work by my side, happy, and smiling that perfect smile of yours. Because you are perfect. I made you that way. The first perfect being to walk the earth..." he leaned down to her face.

She planted a fist at his mouth. Watched the thin trail of blood slide down his lips. Lips she once kissed...

She turned on a combat-boot heel, green and blue gauzy skirt flaring as she exited the room as swiftly as possible. She was afraid of doing something far worse if she stayed.

She turned at the door, fixing her creator and once-lover with a penetrating gaze. "I'm not still the fool I once was..." She said lightly, throat tightened with disgust.

He stood up, running a finger across his lips. He looked at the red on his fingertips and glared vehemently at her lithe silhouette. "It appears you are more so..." he spat. He looked at the occupied tank to his left, a malicious smirk forming on his face. "It is of little consequence, however, as you will be outdated shortly. And I will have no more use for you or your ungratefully rebellious little companions. Pathetic excuses for genetically altered life-forms. You'll never be recognized as real humans..."

"I certainly hope not..." Ritz left, walking slowly as the sirens blared above her head. It wouldn't be long before they came to contain her, and administer a purposely painful experiment on her government-owned body. She grinned humorlessly to herself. She had once been overjoyed to lay down on that frigid table, cold metal penetrating her skin, acidic formulas applied to her arms, questionably toxic substances crammed down her throat or injected into her veins. Tests for the good of mankind, they had said. She hadn't been listening. She was homing in on the beacon of his smile, glad to please him.

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Zim glared at the human food piled in the cart, grudgingly pushing it down the bright-light gleam-tidy aisle. He should have researched 'jacuzzi' back at his base, diminishing the possibility of falling prey to those two. He fixed them both with angry looks as they approached the cart. Dib just smirked, Gaz looked a little sympathetic. "Aw. It's not like I'd have let him really push you in." she cooed, leaning a silky-haired head on his shoulder.

Zim ignored her, wallowing in heated embarrassment. Stupid DIB! While Gaz had lifted up the cover to the Jacuzzi, her brother had snuck up behind him. Had waited until Zim saw what was in the box-like structure before mock-pushing him into the water. Being what it was, and remembering vividly the painful sting of the water, he had squealed in an extremely high-pitched fashion as Dib started to lift him up. The filthy human had then dropped him onto the floor, bursting into laughter at him. At Zim! Saying he screamed like a girl. And Gaz! Rolling on the floor, holding her sides...

"You have a very nice scream..." Gaz soothed, leaving to grab some Cheerios. She came back and tossed the box into the already full cart. Noticing he was still not responding to her, she sighed, looking down the aisle. Dib was cradling about ten cans of Spaghettios. Watching him she remembered something. She turned to her grim-faced, tight-lipped boyfriend. "Do you want to know what Dib meant when he said he didn't want to sleep in a room beside ours?" she asked, smiling.

He looked at her, half-contemptuous, half-curious. He was almost as bad as Dib at cloaking his thought-process. She walked over to him, her mouth beside a hidden antenna.

Zim's eyes grew large and his grin grew wider as she whispered the once top-secret information to him.