Searching for peace one hundred years ago, a designer of hats and cool linen,
Jackie stumbled on four rows of vegetables so alike in form and colour that she hit on the idea of human cloning.
A bittersweet idea but powerful in both ways.
Bitter, for she knew that it was against the rules. (New life comes from procreation; you do not grow adults they are formed from a baby)
Sweet, because it meant no nappies, no teething, no infant tearing nipples, no pain in childbirth, no terrible twos, no me me threes, no teenage angst, no rebellion.
There was nowhere on earth to experiment so she took her ideas, her truth and her scientific equipment onto a rocket and flew to the moon where she cloned herself and allowed seven clones to wander the lunar landscape.
After seven years they returned still repeating the words and phrases she had given them.
"No one is better than me!"
"I am not better than anyone else!"
All are born equal!"
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