The next time I sleep,
I want to return back as two.
One lying on the same bed,
stock-still,
and the other,
wandering around unnoticed.-
In success claims all,
In failure you struggle alone,
In this clones,
When it is hard to win thrones,
You are only your backbone,
Numb and restless when you hit the floor,
Just hear why your heart roar!!!-
Night is my alternate universe,
Where I speak with my many clones.
It's a retrospective traverse of
My inner soul, to meet myself.-
Being decisive is
As difficult as being oneself
In an artificial World
In which everyone likes
Donning masks
Where people prefer to be
Identified as clones
And not what
They actually are-
Marx blinked open his eyes and stared at the white washed ship around him. Through the windows, an endless sea of stars floated all around him.
"He's awake. Good. Now to see if the cloning process worked. Can't believe we lost one of our head mechanics already... Hopefully this clone has his memories and knowledge," a woman who stood above him said.
Her male companion chuckled. "Let's just hope he's intelligent."
Oh, yes. Marx definitely had his real memories. And he was intelligent.
So intelligent that not only did he instantly understand he was the clone of a man who had been murdered but also enough to remember who had murdered him...and why.
The pilot. He planned to crash the ship on the nearest planet and kill as many people on board. When Marx had found out about it, the pilot had killed him, not realizing that the doctors had already cloned his DNA.
"Yes to both your questions," Marx said. "And we've got a problem."-
Our imperfections are those things that makes us unique and what we really are.....
If everyone becomes perfect, we would just be clones of someone's stupid ideology.....-