Chapter 8My great-grandmother grilled the Earth clones for several hours. Her face grew grimmer by the moment. The Earth that she knew was gone. It was replaced by this totalitarian version filled with clones and death. Humans were an endangered species on their homeworld. They were barely educated, worked to death, and subjected to horrors beyond description. Their lives didn’t matter. They could be killed on a whim with no consequences. The Gen-Mods, grandmother’s friends and family, were almost gone too. The Program had used them up. If Earth was that bad what did they have in mind for the colonies?
“I know you are tired. One last question before I allow you to eat and sleep. Who rules Earth?”
The five clones all looked at each other. The three Gammas conferred a moment and replied. “
