World's Forgotten

The Beginning is never Sweet

Like everyone before me, I was once a child. Young and fun of playfulness. To me the world was a big play ground and I was surrounded by friends who would do what I told them. My father had dedicated his life to science, in particular the study of cloning. With the shortage of organ donation, he wanted to create an alternative.

This was mission 18 or known to the world as Dalton laboratory, a medical facility that could recreate muscle tissue. This was only have right, the world seen it as a next solution, a butcher's store full of meat ready for the highest bidder. When in reality it was a laboratory  filled with human like creatures, simply created for their organs. 

At that time I did not care, I had grown up in this environment. I lived at Dalton and enjoyed its grounds full of green; I had everything I could have wanted apart from friends. For the illusion Dalton was in the far countryside, away from any nearby town which left no one but the doctors in my father's work. For much of my life I had spent on my own, of course I knew what my father's work was about and even got to play with the clone when they were in the first stage of life.

I enjoyed playing with the clones, they were my age and didn't know any better, easily doing anything I wanted them do. It was fun as a young child having someone my age to boss about. The clones did not have the ability of will power, like lambs they followed and in the end they followed the shepherd to death.

Unlike most parents, my father had been honest with me from the start, I knew these clones were not people, they were for the better of human kind, father convinced me that they did not have emotions and did not feel pain. Of course as a child I believed him; I was naive and believed him. For this reason I did not care for my play mates, they were my own personal toys like a normal child had Barbie dolls, I had my clones.

 With this upbringing I failed to see the worth of life, the clones only purpose was to provide organs for the human race, the fad of being youthful and living forever continued to haunt the rich and famous of the world causing them to fill my father's pockets for a shot of wrinkle free skin and the gift of destroying their blood with drugs and liver with alcohol, which could easily be replaced.

 How could life be so precious if it was so easily to replace, to get extra years on this earth. The murders I was surrounded by made it clear to me their was no human soul. How could someone made for the use of others have a soul? How could someone with a soul knowing kill others for their own selfish purpose? It was easier to think like that.

That was how my life continued, each month I would be giving a new play mate, a first stage clone to boss and play with, they always let me win, never said no, never answered back. Sometimes I would get bored and make them do my chores. then at the end of the month, they would return to the laboratory for health checks and to begin the second stage on they healthy lifestyle to keep the bodies in top health, ready for the call when they would be pass into the third stage of conclusion and donating.

 That was life for me; I had seen boys and girls move from stage to stage. The first stage began with the "birth" of the clones, grown from DNA and empty egg cells and nutrient in sacks of fluids for three months. Like human babies they grow at normal rate to child and finally into adults. Unlike human babies they were not giving attention, learning to self sooth. Without this care they never displayed emotions, never talked back, without an understanding of their fate or will power. 

I stayed the same as I watched clones go from stage to stage; birth, preparation and conclusion. Some grew to adults, others simply created for the purpose of child organs. Of course at that time I didn't care, like my father had said they were nothing, and for a long time I believed him.

Even to this day I still remember my first day at the lab, the area was completly white, it made every thing look clean and clinical, the bright lights made my young eyes hurt