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 Whatever Happened to the Clones?  (13 ratings)by Roger Born Page 2 of 2 The troops arrived later that afternoon. In every town within a radius of two hundred miles, they were searching door to door, and killing everyone that had the likeness of either of the three who fled. The report came in that evening. Four Corbins, one Helga, were found and executed. They found no Garret. Evidently, it really was Garret who was dead in that car. I then had the troops search the car, all the places where the others were found, and the Institute. I wanted any notes, any papers, and any tapes recovered and brought to me. The Major brought to me the next morning, all the bodies, and a small box of letters, tapes, and papers. I then had him dismantle the vats and equipment at the Institute. He had the bodies cremated at my command. The box of notes I personally burned. In my report to my Captain, I stated, 'Let this be the operative for any further cases. Any clone of an individual is also guilty of whatever crimes his original has committed, and is to be punished in the same fashion as his original. The same is true for the original, whose clone commits a crime. In the case of accomplices and their originals or clones, they shall all have a similar punishment.' Clones are not individuals, they are appendages of their Originals. Cloning itself is still a Capital Offense to the State. My ruling fell within those dictates, and I was commended. As I again traveled the rail out of town, I felt sadness for my foolish friend Corbin, and his wife Helga. Our technology is far ahead of our moral sense. Almost anyone can make a clone nowadays. Somehow they must be educated so that they can understand that their copies have no morals, and very little else, except their own primal emotions of love and hate. What these clones lack is the years of punishment, reward and discipline that defines our moral conduct that we Originals have. Without that, they are monsters! I traveled home again by train. Looking out the window of the coach, I though to myself, 'God, how the sameness of these places depresses me.'
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