Supernova

Evolution

Date: June 30, 2067

Time: 4:34 pm

Subject: Evolution

----Alexander----

I watched it all happen. I was tapped into everything as I sat in the penthouse watching the holograms and grasping a white torn envelope in my hand. I had reread this many times wondering what I had to do, but it only lead to one option. Elijah had left a note acknowledging her death, and I had, had a plan initializing since the mission was just a mere idea. I had everything under control. Next to me was a vacuum sized pod lying against the wall with the clear door steamed up. I watched the screen as I saw the boys frantically trying to find their lost friend. I wanted to help them honestly. I wasn’t a stone cold person. But I was at Elijah’s penthouse. I know I told Scarlett I was going to be flying near by one of the bases, but I had taken a different secret approach and was currently ignoring all the calls. Bliss was trying to install cameras into everything and hack into my phone lines to patronize me to go help, but having that super computer only inspired me to update my own with better strengths, so of course, I could block out all signals coming from hers and seem to camouflage myself. I couldn’t bear to pick up. I clicked off the screen to deflect my eyes from their suffocating smoky death that was dawning on them and began focusing on the newly made substance in the pod.

It was ingenious of me. Cloning had been illegal for decades, but this was the Black Market. I had picked this up when the idea of this plan was just a fetus in my brain cells. I found it when I was staying with Scarlett. She was out catching those dubious business men trying to kill me while I was scavenging through files. I found something harmless that many would overlook, but one thing led to the next. I found a newspaper article from the Black Market times talking about how she had been the new chosen commander for the force and on the side was a little sketch of a pod with a small number jotted down next to it. I took it in to more advanced perspective and instantly knew what it was. It was the cloning pod 360. I knew now that the Black Market must have taken that illegal device from the stolen government things that they sold here and advanced it in some way, and was keeping it secret like the super computer. I had traveled downtown to the government tech store that had unruly prices tagged on them and some not so unruly. I asked the guy a few questions like how I ask all the rest of the people when I want something, and in a few minutes time I wound up finding a secret dugout in the back of town wear it was kept. I took Elijah’s DNA while sleeping in her bed with her the other night. That was the whole reason I brought up the idea. I had to get it somehow, and on any other circumstances I would have never slept in the bed with her or any women unless they were my significant other.

But this was a case of extremes. So I swapped so saliva from the corner of her lips and pulled a strand of hair. She woke up and looked at me, but I pretended to sleep. She was in a comatose sleep that drug her back down to unconsciousness quickly so her brain wasn’t aware that I was not asleep. If she hadn’t had been so deep in sleep that night she would have deffinently knew something was up, but it had just worked in my favor. I had been growing this clone ever since. This pod was state of the art. It had all around perfection. Every cell would be identical. Every brain wave and thought and memory will be identical. She would be charged with every memory she has ever had up until today. I needed her or my company would never be back in business.

I knew I was safe from ludicrous protagonists ever since the criminals were caught last week. It had been easy once Scarlett realized how fast and how much she wanted me out of her house. The pod had been given to me by pure persuasion, no money involved. And plus since all buildings we were on lock down; exiting your home was prohibited at the moment even though the whole town was pushed farther underground. I knew it was just safety precautions for just in case situations though. The pod buzzed and I opened it with wide eyes to see a girl just the same as Elijah. Every cell, every follicle, every freckle, strand of hair, everything, was the same.

“Why am I in this pod?” She asked. She looked around then at me and then gaped her mouth.

“You cloned me? I am a clone?” She exclaimed reaching out and standing up to grab my throat. I clutched her arm and she loosened and she seemed genuinely hurt, but she stiffened her jaw.

“I had to. You’re dead. You’re still you.” I told her in an assuring tone. I knew she wouldn’t try and life threatening attacks again. She was to emotional right now to inflict them. All she did was slap me, but I let her even though I had predicted that as a common outcome. She didn’t understand, and she was in emotional pain because of me, so I let her.

“I’m… dead?” She choked.

“I’m afraid so, but it’s okay because you’re here now.” I told her showing her the laptop screen with flames rising up around the place.

“This is not me. I would rather be dead than this. My real self has already moved onto the after life, and I am someone else with a no soul. I have everything the same, but I am grown. I can’t go anywhere after I die!” She screamed in pure hate and for the first time in my life I saw her cry. Something stirred in me a little bit. I felt bad. I felt I had been… w…wr… not fully correct. I thought Elijah would have been more understanding, but now that I thought about it, she wouldn’t, because I grew her because of me, not her. She would have not wanted this or understood, because I grew her to use her for money. Pure money and that was all.

“Are those… my friends? Oh my God! I have to get out of here!” She frantically exclaimed wiping a stray solid tear away like it was a mosquito or a fly in the air. Then next thing I knew she was gone, I couldn’t even protest.