Doctor Delphine Cormier

Many people are passing by as Cosima Niehaus walks home through the busy streets of Minneapolis. 

The prospective PhD’s thoughts still resolve around the blood samples she has studied today in the lab. She always carries her ideas home from the University. Others leave to enjoy some spare time, sleep or hang out with friends but Cosima keeps studying at her flat. Sometimes she prefers her apartment instead of the white university walls, loneliness and privacy instead of her colleagues in the lab. She needs variation, even though she can sit in front of a microscope or her laptop for hours, especially when something really interests her.

While Cosima walks she absorbs the nature and pulsating life around her. This is her source of power. It gives her strength for what she wants to do and needs to face. The blood samples she has been checking also include her own blood. She is interested in the DNA.

A few months ago Cosima had been contacted by a woman. A woman who sounded like her on the phone. And when Cosima met her, it turned out that she also looked exactly like her. This woman, Elizabeth Childs - a cop - told her that a German woman named Katja Obinger had contacted her to tell her the genetic identical in Europe got tracked down.

Genetic identical. Yes, Katja Obinger looks just like Cosima who looks like Beth Childs. And Beth found a fourth woman looking like them. She lives in Scarborough, Toronto and her name is Alison Hendrix. According to Katja there are many others who have the same appearance as them.

It is obvious to Cosima that they are part of an illegal experiment. They are clones. But this is all they know and Cosima is the one who can find out more about their biology. She is the science side of Clone Club. This is how they call it. The ones who are aware of what they are.

The problem is that two are already dead. Beth killed herself and Katja got killed. Luckily Clone Club got a great new member: Sarah Manning. There had been some trouble with Sarah and according to Alison there always will be. But Sarah is the fighter of them, she is the one who does things and moves. She got her the blood samples after all the issues including Beth’s and Katja’s deaths.

Cosima would like to sequence and analyse them but she can’t do this without being suspicious since her monitor works with her in the lab. Thanks to Sarah, too, they know that the ones who created them also watch after their creations. They hired people to observe them. It is hard to avoid her monitor because she spends almost every day at the university. So she works at home more often now to evade Scott.

Cosima sighs; breathes in the cool air. It smells like fumes and fast food but tastes like life. Life, pulsating through the city, ever moving. She takes the life in, with her nose, her mouth, her ears, her hands and eyes. The few trees planted to give the grey some sparks of green are a refreshment.

But there is something new today. Cosima walks along this street almost every day and she has never noticed that blue box before.

It stands between two chestnut trees. As Cosima gets closer she can read the letters written on it. “Police Box” and “Pull to open”. A telephone box?, Cosima thinks. This is quite odd. Why would they put such a phone box here in the middle of the city?

Cosima is always interested in things that seem to be out of place. So she walks over to the box. Its blue is a dark one, not like the ocean but also not like the sky. Her hands trace a door frame. Strangely, the wood feels warm, even though just a little sun shines onto it. Cosima takes the phone out of the holder. It is a real one. After she put it back she pulls at the door but it is locked. Cosima looks around to see if other people also notice the box. Some pay attention while passing by but no one gets closer. They are all in a hurry. From their expressions Cosima can see that they are not much affected by that box standing here.