everything about the clonesâ existence makes me so unwell. itâs like. you are a copy of a man who is a killer but he is also a father and he is whip-smart and tough but heâs a simple man and he asks for one thing when he agrees to be cloned and itâs a son. and you grow up to look just like this man but you are not his son you are his paycheck
itâs like you are not his son but you are just like his son in every possible way except that they put a chip in your brain to make you behave and they make you grow up fast so you can fight in a war that is the only reason for your existence (except thereâs a second reason, but itâs too horrible to imagine and you wonât know it until itâs too late) so you are everything like this son but you are also nothing like him because he is a child and you never got to be one
itâs like youâre a ghost in a machine and an immaculate conception and a sleeper agent and a greek tragedy and a gothic double and a weapon and a best friend but above all youâre a good soldier and you have your fatherâs eyes
