There are three things you never discuss at the dinner table: sex, religion, and politics. The clone issue manages to encompass all three, making clones the number one hot button topic when the countries of North America vote to form a commonwealth in an effort to forestall WWIII. Under the new laws, how human are clones?
Since escaping her mother’s political ambitions for a career in the FBI, rookie agent Samantha Rose has only handled the business end of the cloning industry. Clone deaths are routine, and she’s used to handing out the fines. The murdered Jane Doe found on the side of the road looks like another open and shut hate crime, until it ties into a government-funded lab.
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Something ran across the counter. "If you take one more step, I'll kill you. I mean it!" Sam's voice hit a note even dogs would find painful as she shook with rage. She edged out of the apartment’s tiny bathroom clutching her towel to her chest.
The cockroach continued its casual saunter towards her open makeup case. Smashing it was out of the question; she'd wind up with bug guts all over the place.
The insect hopped into her open jar of luxury face cream. It fluttered its dark brown wings and settled into the seventy-five dollar lotion like it was a spa bath.Screaming in rage Sam threw the bottle across the room. It thunked against the apartment's asthmatic swamp cooler. The roach limped away from the wreckage. "Go away. Just die already!" She rolled up the landlord's renewal notice and tried clubbing the pest. She could have been fanning it for all the good it did her.