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04:11 Wednesday 2 October 2069
Marcus rolled off Caitlin, lay the sheet over her naked body allowing just a glimpse of her cleavage to remain, and lay back looking at the ceiling. The bed was perfect, for both sleeping and making love, so why did he feel so unsatisfied after sex? He used all his experience to try to make the act more pleasurable, all his tricks and techniques, but it wasn’t the same. He looked over at Caitlin, her eyes starting to feel drowsy after the exertion.
“I know it’s not your fault. But there’s something missing, something not quite right.”
Caitlin sat upright on the bed, letting the sheet drop to her lap and exposing her breasts.
“What do you mean?”
“Well you look like Caitlin, you sound like Caitlin, you feel like Caitlin, all your little nooks and crannies say that you’re Caitlin, but let’s face it...you’re not Caitlin. You’re a clone, just like me.”
“That’s not my fault. Who was it who made me this way? You!”
“Would you rather have been reincarnated into a strange body, in a strange land? You could have been a starving baby somewhere, one of those people you were in Africa to help. Instead, you were transferred into a clone grown from one of Caitlin’s cells. You were going to die, Philippa. You only had but a few months to live. The cancer was eating you away from within. You accepted the chance to be reincarnated into a clone. I didn’t force you.”
“I only did it because I saw the chance to continue my humanitarian work. If I’d known you were going to blackmail me into doing what you want me to do, if you hadn’t threatened to torture and kill my parents, I wouldn’t have agreed to all this.”
“Well consider yourself to be doing clonitarian work instead, if it makes you feel any better. Clonitarian. That’s good that is. I’ll have to remember that one.”
“Nothing will make me feel better. How do you think I feel, deceiving that poor family? They look at me and they see their own daughter. It’s horrible.”
“It’s what’s keeping your mother and father alive. I didn’t waste my time and money training you in how to be Caitlin for the fun of it. I want information. One Life has infiltrated my organisation for years. It’s only recently that we’ve been able to weed out the last of the SIMPs.”
“SIMPs?”
“It’s what they call Recarns who are sympathetic to the One Life cause. It’s about time that the tables were turned.”
The Caitlin clone felt depressed. She was trapped. If she didn’t bend to Marcus’s will – even sexually – Philippa’s parents, her parents, would be tortured and killed. She loved her parents and couldn’t bear to think of any harm coming to them. She brought the subject back to its original subject.
“Try to forget that I look like Caitlin. I’m me. I’m Philippa. I’ll never be Caitlin. But don’t try to tell me that you love her. If you loved her you wouldn’t have killed her or had her locked up somewhere.”
“Locked up somewhere. She’s locked up somewhere. Uncharacteristically soft of me, I know, but I couldn’t kill her.”
“So you do have feelings then. I never took you for a romantic.”
“OK. Enough. Turn over and show me your arse. I fancy some doggy.”
“Piss off Marcus. I’m not your slave.”
“Actually, Philippa, you are my slave. You truly are.”