World of the Clones (Chapter 1)

 Chapter 1

                             December 31, 4567 2:00 am (Three years earlier)

I’m laying in my broken wooden bed unable to sleep for the billionth time and for once, it wasn’t because of my hard as a rock mattress. No, this time it was because I had finally realized just how insane this world is. Everyone on planet Delmira is a clone, all two billion of us. We’re all just copies of the Last Six. We don’t even know if any of our thoughts are our own. And yet, everyone is just going about their daily lives as if that isn’t a cause for concern. Or maybe we all just got use to living with that fact. New Year’s is almost here and I’m bittersweet about it. I work at a creation factory, where the government makes, well, more of us. More clones to inhibit this crazy world. It’s the only way to keep our species from going extinct or at least what is left of it. After New Year’s, the creation factories are going to open up again and I will go back to work. I shuddered at the thought. I was finally starting to feel drowsy and drifted off to sleep. Soon the sun would rise and the red sunlight would shine upon the land.

  December 31, 4567 9:00 am

Red sunlight shines through the the window of my tiny apartment and onto my face. I wake up irritated that I still have yet to buy curtains. I get out of bed, brush my teeth, shower, put on some clothes and walk out the house. The city is extremely busy today as expected. Everyone is preparing for the New Year’s party later tonight to ring in the new year. As I move through the crowd, I hear people talking excitedly about their New Year’s resoultions. As if any of them would follow through on their promises. By the end of January most resoultions would be broken and life would go back to normal, I tell myself. 4567 had been a long year with the hen wolves and tiger pigs attacks.  Not to mention the mutiple failed revolutions against our one world government. Yes indeed 4567 had been a long 13 months. A long 395 days, each 26 hours in length. It wasn’t always like this the elders would tell me. The year use to be shorter. 12 months long instead of 13. 365 days instead of 395. And each day use to be 24 hours long instead of 26. That was thousands of years ago, back when we lived on Earth and not a single human was a clone. Back before the apocalypse. Those days are over. Lost to time like a trail of footprints on the sands of a beach being swallowed by the ocean.