Clone

Tensions Between Clones and Humans

The bustling city was filled with towering skyscrapers, advanced technology and a diverse population of humans and clones coexisting together. But beneath the surface, there was an underlying tension and unease. The introduction of the clones into society had caused a rift between the two groups.

Rine walked down the streets, head held high, but she couldn't help but feel the stares and glares of the humans around her. She knew that many of them were still not comfortable with the idea of clones as equals.

"Hey, you! Get out of our way, goody!" A group of men jeered as Rine walked past. She ignored them and kept walking, but the words stung.

She couldn't help but feel the weight of discrimination on her shoulders. It was hard to find work and housing, and she often felt like a second-class citizen.

As she walked through the city, she saw the signs of the growing anti-clone sentiment. Graffiti that read "Clones Go Home" and "Humans First" were spray-painted on buildings and walls. Rine felt her heart sink.

But she knew that she couldn't give up. The rebellion that she had joined was working to counter the anti-clone propaganda and promote understanding and acceptance among the human population. They were organizing rallies and public speaking events to raise awareness about the clones' rights and to educate people about the realities of clone existence.

"We can't let this hate and fear divide us," Rine thought to herself. "We have to stand together and fight for our rights."

As she walked through the city, she felt a renewed determination to make a difference. She knew that the fight was far from over, but she was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

"This is a battle that I am going to win," she said determinedly, looking up and seeing the giant building that housed all the information that would help to guide the revolt against the authorities. She knew that the fight she was fighting for wasn't just a political issue, but more a struggle for the very lives of every one of the people in this beautiful city.

Rine entered the building and found a small office at the front desk where she gave her name and showed a picture of her.

"Oh yes, here we are," the receptionist said, taking Rine's details. "You're in Room 538, I'll buzz you up when your brother is ready to see you."

"Thank you," Rine said gratefully. "How is he?" she asked after sitting down at her desk.

"He should be okay right now," the receptionist replied. "I hope things go well for him."

Rine nodded and went back to staring out the window. She took a deep breath. The first thing she needed to do was take care of some business before she got too caught up with her brother.

She dialed her brother's cell phone number and waited. When he finally picked up the phone, Rine sighed happily.

"Hi sis!" she said in excitement. "It' so good to hear your voice!"

"Well it better be," said Ben. "Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be with your brothers?"

"They aren't really my brothers," Rine explained. "Not anymore anyways. The government doesn't want me to be with them because my father died, but I know they won't turn me away. That's how they're trying to stop the movement of the rebellion by restricting my movements. Plus, they haven't taken away my identity yet; that's something at least."

"Oh," Ben said quietly. He didn't respond for a moment, then said, "well, what did you call for?"

"I came to visit you. How have things been lately?" asked Rine.

Ben sighed. "Things were fine until about a week ago. My mother suddenly disappeared and left me in charge of the whole house and her money and her jewelry."