shevette's book!
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shevette's book!#2 of three
CHAPTER 1 |
Some people would have told you they thought the world was a bunch of shit. I knew it was a bunch of shit! It was a royal crock! Look at me...
My name was Sue Ann Tegor. Does that flip you out? What a name! The 'Sue Ann' was bad enough but what was a Tegor? I didn't know and it was a part of my name. It got worse.
That wasn't even really my name! I told you it was all a crock. The 'Sue Ann' part was me but the Tegor was the name of the people that had raised me (I think--unless that was just some more shit they'd fed me.) I wasn't even a real girl.
No, I wasn't some boy either. I was and still am a clone baby (female, thank you.) Well, that's almost right. I wasn't a baby either. This is turning into a real mess--let me start over....
I was Sue Ann Tegor.
I was a clone baby--a double clone baby. That means I was given birth by a woman who had been given cloned baby making body parts. That was mom--whoever she was. Mom was impregnated by dad who also had been given cloned baby making parts. That made me a clone baby, a double clone baby. Completely artificial. So much for mom and dad. I never met 'em.
I was raised by a Martha and Edward Tegor. They're real people. They're just not my real parents. I had a younger some kind of a sister, Shela, she wasn't a clone baby. Mommy and daddy had real working equipment! My fake mom and dad that is.
You're probity asking yourself; "Why all the clone babys?", right? Well, when the original people all got here from earth they discovered that the good people of earth had played a little joke on them--again. The joke was, about a quarter of everyone on board the spaceship was what they called a Cain back on earth.
Cains were people who had had their internal sex goodies removed to keep them from having children. They were people that had poor genetic qualities. Y'know, they had undesirable traits. Those people who came from fat families or a bunch of shorties or oversized or mentally lacking or had criminal tendencies. People that society didn't want, like the poor or orphans. Whatever.
Y'see earth had had some kind of problem feeding all their people. They were over populated so they decided instead of killing people in wars or something they would just neuter some of them. I've heard stories where there was barely standing room. Anyway earth finally figured out some way to make fake food so their famine was over. I guess they had all of these people they had gutted of their reproductive systems hanging around (an' I hear they weren't a very happy crowd) so they just loaded some of them on a spaceship and sent them here. Y'see what was so funny was that all these Cain's wouldn't tell anyone they were sterile so nobody knew what the scoop was until they all got here. Think about it! What a yuk somebody was having back on earth!
That's where the clone innards came from. There was some doctor on the ship who had been trained how to make fake innards and put 'em in people so they could make babys. That's where clone babys came from.
Sounds complicated doesn't it? It did to me.
I remember being in school when we kids found out some girl who had parents with fake guts. We teased her mercilessly about being a fake person. It was years later before I found out that I was a clone baby too. That really knocked me off my feet. I guess that was when I started not giving a damn.
I had thought I was just another kid up until then. I had some kind of an inkling that something about me was different though. There was always something that I just couldn't quite put my finger on. Have you ever felt that way? When I found out I was a clone baby I knew what the problem was. I just kinda moped around about it. I mean I felt out of it.
They were real and I wasn't. Why me? It wasn't my fault! I'm being melodramatic--sue me! Then, finally, I snapped out of it. So I wasn't real. So what? I got me an attitude, a bad one. I was ostracized and proud of it.
Y'see, when your not real you don't have to obey the rules! Simple! Everyone tries to make you do like everybody else but you don't have to 'cause they're real and you're not (they already told you that.) Every time you have a problem it's just a blessing in disguise! First there was no more homework for school, right? Non people are non students and non students don't have to do homework (in my mind.) Well if you don't do as they say they try to blast you. So? What do you do? I got kicked out of school. (Blessing in disguise.) I was a free spirit.
I got into more trouble than you can shake a stick at and I might have been intimidated to live like all the servants if it hadn't been for the fact that I had found others like me...clone babys! We knew we weren't real and we accepted that. We could treat each other like trash and it didn't matter. It felt like a weight had been taken off of me.
My folks tried everything to get me to knuckle under. I kept trying to enlighten them to what I had discovered but they wanted me to return to dweebdom.
I still had a right to live. I had been born so I figured that gave the right to expect to do what ever I wanted to do. I kept getting into all kinds of trouble.
Dweebs are stupid! All they want to do is work themselves to death. We CB's (Clone Babys) know enough to enjoy our lives. We know how to have fun--pick on the dweebs. They'd picked on us! Them and their dweeb kids! The hell with 'em. Hell, that was the biggest kick you could get, right? Pick on someone--anyone, even other CB's. That's probity how all the gangs got started. So you could tell the difference between the people you should give a hard time and the others you should try to get along with. There would be some people that you knew weren't supposed to roust you.
The folks were like all the other dweebs in Tower city. They had it all. No one really had to work for anything. They couldn't see that. All they could do was worry about the future. Y'know, they had to earn credits to get this or that or buy something new. Hell, they spent all of their time working when they should have been enjoying what they had.
We CB's had mastered that. Look it's this simple, spend all of your time enjoying yourself and you won't miss out on anything. Can you get it? What do you get if you spend all your time working? Work--all the time! Am I right? You tell me.
Naw! Cut! Cut! Stop the action. I'm still getting ahead of myself. Let me start over again, ok? That was all from my diary. I was upset when I wrote it, I had just been exposed as a CB and locked up in jail for almost a month. I guess I was lashing out.
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