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Cloning the human being? Why must man play God? Is this the end?
Clones |
| by Edward Racey |
| Similar but not the same experience defines distinction. Man must not seek to duplicate just one step closer to extinction. Why bite the hand that feeds you? Why smack the hands of creation? Has time taught us nothing of life? We MUST fight the duplication. It is hard enough today to find a definite identity. It would be impossible to find the truth if there were two or more of me. You have constructed the ladder but now you have climbed too high. The strands of DNA beneath you shatter and now the pieces fall from the sky. Clones - Is this really me? |
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2 Visitor Comments
anna
vote 9 stars very contemplative look at a serious subject
abigail
That's very true. Good writing. Keep it up!
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