The lights dimmed.

Warm blend of exotic peach tea began gently melting away the iron cold stresses of my life, as I finally was escaping into my comfort zone, my perfect world. As the musician of the evening unleashed his thoughts on the piano in the candle-lit bar, the rushing melodies and entrancing harmony accompanied by the soft moons glow from outside seemed more than perfect for once in this troubled year. Before I could close my eyes, the GPS implanted in my arm began rapidly beeping. A a search was soon to happen.

The pianist stopped abruptly as C Corp troops bashed through the night clubs doors, sending innocent bystanders to the their knees in utter fear.

EVERYONE GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!, boomed the commanding R.D. Unit as his brainwashed minions flooded the panicky bar. I continued to sit on my stool, blankly staring at the stage curtains as they began to rip by the struggling pianist trying to escape.

GET HIM GET HIM!, commanded one of the R.D.s. The man was tackled and brought to his knees; crying and praying for mercy from merciless, emotionless men. Check his body! Only Cs try to escape!, instructed the Commanding R.D. Subordinate troops obeyed and found the ghastly wounds and scars only found on a special kind of organism.

A clones.

Take him in! Search the rest of the place for any more of these things. Good work., ordered the relentless commander. As the troops forcefully handled each individual in the bar stripping them all naked to check for any markings, the Commander began walking towards my way.

The GPS said you were on Ground Level so we came here to make sure you were not in danger. Just our luck we found a clone who doesnt belong. Are you frightened, Dr. Nil? I remained silent, as a single tear began to roll down my cheek.

You guys followed me here? What are you going to do that man, I blankly asked without thought; for I already knew the answer.

Man!? It is not a man! We are going to take it back where it belongs or do away with him if he denies. It has no right to live in Ground Level with other humans. He has no rights at all, as commanded by the C Corp, which you help founded., said the Commander. His words made me boil, though most of what he said was true. Loud pops came from outside of the club, and the sight of the bloody pianists body; caressed by the weeping moons glow sparked loud cries from within the bar.

He is not human and does not deserve-, claimed the commander.

YOU are not human! How can you deny something with feelings, emotions, and a will. I will see that you will continue to do these things immediately. , I emptily threatened with tears falling from my eyes.

Good night, Dr. Nil. The commander left the night club, as the still frightened bystanders seemed to have been eavesdropping on our little conversation.

You are the Dr. Nil?, one man asked?

Arent you the one that created these clones in the first place?, interrogated another woman. Guilt clouded my thoughts. I nodded my head.

Yes, I did, but not like this. I tried with all of my power to reverse the initial protocols-.

Protocol smotocol! You didnt try to do-

I left the building and flew home to my penthouse with my Z-104 to the Top Of The World Resorts, where I have a depressing view of all the chaos and madness in the world. I created this. Raids like these are becoming more abundant and violent all around the city, and the country, and has began infecting the rest of the world as we know it. I meant for these clones to be a medical breakthrough for us, as a way we could live longer and better and not have to worry about sickness. Clones were to be

made to serve as our backups, as an easy immediate replacement for any organ failure, so that we wouldnt have to wait on donations or our death to knock on our doors. Life was to be smooth, as we progress into the next age of technological advancement! But instead all of our vast potential, our ideas of floating towers, of intergalactic travel, of harnessing everlasting energy, was halted by this...this civil world war! We digressed back into a similar civilization of which the Lost Centuries had witness; madmen that would kill other because of race, because of color, because of pure ignorance.

The next day arrived rather quickly