20. A old perspective
I wonder what is going to be occurring with my eventual clones.
Being cloned is essentially a hard thing to get over.
I had been awake for the majority of it.
My brain patterns.
My brain anagrams.
All of which were forcefully copied through means I cannot start to explain. I still have the scars on my shoulders and along my head. I was staring out the window at the observation room. It felt like someone was inside of me when really there wasn't. This man . . . named Zecklini had ran several tests. My fingers were still recovering from the burns left by the cigarette like devices. I won't allow a man to do that to me again. I can't . . . Not right now . . . Trust another man with my body.
I felt like so intruded.
Equivalent to what happens to a woman when someone has used her body.
"Perhaps one day all those clones will die," Vorn said, across from me. "And the doctor will be prosecuted."
I rubbed the side of my shoulder.
"I know 'If the planet pops up in the Alpha Quadrant and we are still around'," Vorn said, stepping forward. "If you need a friend . . ."
I shook my head.
"Time to recover from a experience that had no consent is hard." Vorn said.
I looked over toward Vorn.
"Our procedure was different, painless," Vorn said. "Unlike yours. . . I heard you went through the actual procedure."
I turned my head away.
I wasn't human.
That is why it was painful.
"Mr Wallis," Vorn said. "We can only hope he will never do it again."
I had a sigh.
If only I could speak and say, 'Yeah, right.'
Vorn left me.