“In the beginning there were thirty-six of them…

thirty-six droplets of life so tiny that Eduardo could see them only under a microscope.”
(first line from Nancy Farmer’s The House of the Scorpion)

To be perfectly honest, I had a little trouble with today’s story.  Trouble insofar as I couldn’t think of anything to write about.  I’ve been wanting to do something with clones lately, so I figured now was as good a time as any.  Once again, I had the magazine Space Squid in mind when writing this–which means it’s an attempt to incorporate science fiction (cloning) with humor.

After writing this story, it feels more like a skit you’d see in the last half-hour of Saturday Night Live rather than a cohesive story.  (Okay, hopefully it’s not that bad, but I’m trying to play it down to lower your expectations.)

April 23 — Death of the Original Claude

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