Amanita: Poison Shot

Chapter 46: Mosquitoes

"What the fu-?!" I heard Gabi exclaim as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yes. They will become immortal. This brand-new system will become the greatest healthcare breakthrough in the history of humankind!" Agape exclaimed as if she had already been defeated. "Bodies will be disposable. Their personalities will be stored in the GSNS' database and never be lost. They will get new bodies, and their consciousness will get transferred via USB – ad eternum. They will never die."

She was right. Those documents I had copied from the home PC of the Secretary of State stated as much in superb detail.

"So, is this game over for us, for good?" Momo asked, losing hope. I felt the same mood taking over all our fellow team members.

"It might be," Agape replied with sadness. "And for the lower-class clones too. All this seems to be pretty expensive."

For a split second, I got reminded of Miss Radica, who would constantly brag about spending most of her life's savings on breaking her legs and lengthening them to be taller. She was a lower-class clone. Those new procedures would surely be a lot more expensive than what she had paid for her new legs, which meant she would soon die after all traditional humans would be gone. She would not be able to afford to survive. I almost felt pity for her. She had loved and endorsed a system that would soon kill her.

"Everything I've fought for, everything I've sacrificed... all for nothing," Agape concluded with a sad sigh. Then, she grunted and slammed her hands on her desk. "Even today's mission! It's all worthless! I do hope they're not ready for imminent launch. It's our only chance."

When she had said that, I felt insignificant, so small and breakable when I realised that powerful forces were at play and that I had no say in the matter. The rich would be richer, the poor would be poorer – but that would be for clones only since traditional humans like us would soon be out of the equation. I grew afraid of being caught in the middle of some serious shit storm and having no place to hide. I could not handle feeling that useless and fragile.

"How can we know that this whole thing isn't just bullshit?" Nemesis asked with distrust and defiance. "Are they rushing into this, as you said a few minutes ago? What if they're wrong and their plan backfires because they were too antsy about releasing it, or something? Don't give up on us so soon, Agape!"

I could feel the others rebels' imperious need to do something. A bit of hope started to glow in my soul.

"You don't give up so easily, do you Nemesis?" Agape replied with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Will you fight -all of you- although clones have got more than one ace up their sleeves? Like immortality?"

All of them said yes with conviction – I was the last to do so, but with more fear than anything else.

"Agape," Momo said taking a step in her direction with an imposing pose, "I request permission to act accordingly. We need to do something drastic before this draft reaches Parliament, and before this company can take any further actions. They must be stopped – at any price. I volunteer for an assassination mission on the lives of the Secretary of State, the President, and any other related parties, like the IT developers and the medical team in charge of the androids. Tonight."

Many of the present rebels agreed.

"Denied," Agape replied sternly.

"But...!" Momo tried to complain.

"You're getting ahead of yourselves. It's too risky," Agape simply replied.

"No, it's not!" Momo insisted with pride and defiance. "We've got personal info about all of them, their routines and schedules, their contacts, also the predisposition and motivation to kill them, the right materials. It's time. We can't wait! Otherwise,..."