It Might Be You

The Remnant

It was a pleasure to clone.

It was a relish to see things perfectly in twos, threes, and more, with her ultimate goal to have something special and meaningful, the one that would love her to the depths of the infinite ocean, and the one who would protect her from the shears of apathy and bitterness that she wished she could avoid. Her head was covered by long, brown strands of hair, the color of the mud that her feet used to feel, her hands longed to touch nature as a pure substance, and her heart was determined like a dog had for its owner, despite of the many setbacks. With her white, pure angel-like coat on, her eyes like turquoise in the shallow rivers that kept flowing, and her senses as sensitive as a magnet, she took her tools and cloned the embryonic stem cells and all that could make a perfect human being.

Jordyn was focused on the exam. Her exam required her to clone herself and to make a male transcript of herself perfectly. He cannot have defects, solidly and mentally faultless, or he would be discarded. It was in a matter of days that the exam will be due. If she failed to pass the exam, she would be kicked out by the whole society for the rest of her life.

Jordyn injected a honed needle to sap out a few cells from her body. Then she took a jar of frozen sperms and the petri dish containing the donor's egg from the cooler shelf. After she collected all the materials needed, she used the electrical fusion technique to fuse one of her cells and the empty egg together; meanwhile, she sucked up all the other twenty-two chromosomes and isolated the Y-chromosome in the sperm. This was not her first time that she'd done this. In fact, she failed to make a perfect male clone of herself more than a million times. This had been her 2,500,000th attempt to create a male clone of herself that was flawless and without any mutations, even in one strand of DNA.

Jordyn combined the sperm cell and the egg with her cell's DNA. It required tons more electricity for her to join the two cell than fusing an egg and a somatic cell to make a normal clone. It also took vigilance to see the sperm fertilize the egg properly.

For minutes, Jordyn kept an eye on the two cells at the petri dish through her microscope. The tiny tadpole swam in the crystalline liquid used for in-vitro fertilizations. Although the egg was waiting for the incoming sperm and was ready to welcome it, the sperm suddenly dissipated into the substance. It was also her 2,500,000th fail. Jordyn moved on without emotion. She, for the first time, remembered something melancholic.

There was only one person whom Jordyn cherished back in her house. It was her father. The cruel treatment others gave her could only make their relationship stronger, particularly the day he met her, when her actual parents, who lived above the heavens of the Valhalla, accidentally abandoned her. She was about six by that time.

One day, Jordyn sat on the mug chair, reading a book, while the rest of her family were behind, gossiping. The words dropped from their moist, unkind lips.

While they were talking, they stood up, took her book away from her hands, and ripped them to pieces. She knew that her adoptive family hated nature and they spewed blatant comments about her everyday before she left to work. They were very ignorant in the art of awareness. It looked like she was the only one other than her loving father.

She stood up and stared at the book fragments when her family weren't paying attention--not for the sake of fixing the ripped fragments, but out of curiosity. A lot had been happening to her society, from the early people being virtuous and pious to the recent society that love immorality and wickedness. On the floor, she saw the book fragments forming a figurine, majestic, glorious wings, and a white, riverlike hair--Jordyn began to think she was a fool compared to the magnificence possessed by the figurine, though she had been a genius for years. All people celebrate their birthdays, but her because in her opinion, it would be selfish. At the end, she knew that there must be something behind her gullibility and her credulence to her society.