Brother

Willard? Why would this man call himself his brother? He did not look like him at all, and this man was crippled, Willard was as far from crippled as possible.

"I see I have confused you. I know that you believe you have no family. But here I stand before you. Not only your own blood; we share more than that. I have asked you here to show you the truth," the man explained. He swept a hand over the hall. "This is your legacy. This is what you must bear, forever."

"What do you mean, this is my legacy? And you can't be my brother!"

"These are your, our, brothers." The short man pointed at the row of glass cases. "These, including me, are the ones who had to suffer for you." Willard could not understand what the cripple was talking about. "Come, and I will explain."

Willard followed the man as he made his way to the centre of the hall. There was something that looked like a large stone, but when they came closer Willard was startled to see that it was a stone coffin.

"Father," the dwarf said; both pride and anger evident in his voice.

Willard dusted off the plate that was fastened to the top of the sarcophagus. It read: "Dr. Willard Freeman (1976 - 2051). Father of human cloning."

Revelation washed over Willard. This was the truth. Finally it all made sense. He let out a wail of anguish.