40
Did I hear that right? Did Charles just say I’m a clone? Maybe he meant ‘clown’? Yeah, I’m an all-dancing, all-singing, tears behind the smile, clown. That makes sense, I can live with that.
‘You’re the forty-second iteration of the human named Elinor.’
Okay, I’m not a clown. I’m an iteration, whatever that is. Even that freak Administrator called me that. Yep, I’m blabbing, seriously not taking this all in.
I stagger backwards and fall into the cryogenic chamber.
‘Are you okay?’ says Charles. Is he for real? He doesn’t give a s**t about me.
I pull myself up and sit on the bottom edge of the chamber. My world spins, like everything I thought I knew was a lie. What the hell am I? What have they created? I’m merely the latest in a line of clones?
‘Who is Elinor?’ I say.
It’s a bed
