Cloning for Congress. 15.6k US Congress w/Illegal clones. Adult. (standard:adventure, 15545 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jun 22 2020	Views/Reads: 1223/875	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Although cloning humans is illegal in the US they left an exemption for themselves. NC212E3 (Nancy) is one. An error in the system lets her escape. Eventually, her revenge may bring down the US government.

NC212E3 heard the feeding tube rattle. It was only three steps away, at
the other end of her cage. Falling to bare knees at the entrance of the 
cell, she was ready by the time a meal of leftovers saved from school 
lunch trays mixed with unspecified chemicals plopped down into a metal 
trough bolted to the floor.  The young woman had to be on her knees and 
elbows to dip her face into the mess in order to eat. 

It wasn't thought necessary to waste valuable foodstuffs or spices on
her. She, like her fellows, was given a specialized nutritional diet. 
After an operation, they were usually fed a little better but NC212E3 
hadn't suffered any operations yet. She was still whole. 

“Come and get it, idjet,” an attendant wheeling a large food cart called
while measuring a portion for her neighbor. Then, after adding that 
particular clone's chemicals into the mixture, poured it into the 
trough and moved on. 

Scooping the mess up with her hands, she ate her meal. Afterward NC212E3
pulled a lever that rinsed the remains down a drain at one edge of the 
trough. Using her hands, she scooped a couple of handfuls of liquid 
into her mouth before wiping the excess into the hole and turning the 
tap off. 

An overseer soon came down the row and checked to see that her cage and
eating tray were clean. It was a ritual performed six times a day and 
the only break in the monotony of NC212E3's life. Besides the feeding 
apparatus, NC212E3 had been provided a thin stuffed pallet for sleeping 
and a metal stool to sit on. They were bolted to the floor and were her 
only amenities. 

“Why can't you do something simple like keep your cage clean, idjet?”
She could hear the attendant, farther down the line. “I shouldn't have 
to clean it myself.” 

Next came the familiar sound of a water hose as the attendant
indiscriminately sprayed both the other cage and occupant. From a dim 
memory, she knew that would be her neighbor from four cages to the 
right. He was, perhaps, the dumbest of them all; the President's clone. 
With no legs left and having recently had an internal organ removed, 
the male clone couldn't get around very well. The small spyhole the 
attendant used worked both ways. Watching happenings in the corridor 
was her only relief from studying rivets lining her cage. 

Being positioned nearest the attendant's station, NC212E3 had learned
quite a bit of English over the years, especially in her more lucid 
periods. The young woman was more intelligent than the normal clones. 
But, then, she wasn't being raised for intellect, only for body parts. 
Her body was to be used for replacements if and when her original 
needed them. Due to a gene splicing mistake, NC212E3 exhibited a normal 
thinking ability. Useless for her keepers, since her brain was one of 
the few parts they had no use for. 

Although she had no idea of why, NC212E3 had heard her designation
spoken often enough to know it referred to her. Her first memory being 
of the cage, she had no way of knowing that it meant she was the 
two-hundred-twelfth clone of normal humans with the initials "NC", and 
that she had been bred for External parts, like limbs, being the third 
such clone for that particular congresswoman. 

*** 

Ninety-eight-year-old Nora Collins was not only a popular politician but
considered quite a sportswoman, often being damaged and needing spare 
parts. NC212E2 was still alive, though missing several organs and a 
left leg, and younger NC212E3 was safe for the time being, until Ms. 
Collins should need a new left leg or maybe spleen. NC212E4 still 
resided in the nursery. 

None of the clones in her section were able to talk coherently -- except
NC212E3 -- and she knew enough not to let the attendants know about 
that ability. Over the years, the clones had perfected a rudimentary 
language among themselves, such as Neanderthals might have used. 

She was used to the confinement, as were her fellow captives. They had
been in their cages as long as they could remember, since being weaned 


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