Devon’s POV
It was strange, to say the least. I don’t know which Tara was left here, original Tara, or clone Tara. I asked her as we are getting ready for bed, the one that’s here, but she says they are one and the same.
“But do you know what’s going on in Belgium?” I ask. “Does the Tara in Belgium know what’s going on here?”
“No,” Tara admits. “We will know everything any of the clones have been doing when we are apart only once we merge again. And creating clones will have to stop before long during this pregnancy, or we could inadvertently create identical twins… or worse.”
“Worse? How so?” I ask, thinking identical twins really wouldn’t be so bad.
“Well, as I divide myself, the easiest way is for all of my clones to again divide in two at the same time, so one becomes 2,
