Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 436

Clones.

It was a terrifying word.

"What about Steven…" I asked in a hoarse voice.

If I was an experiment subject, what was Steven?

"He's not an experiment subject…" answered Yasmin, leaning against the wall as she tried to endure the pain.

"He went through genetic screening, but he was just a selected experiment subject. Unlike you… he's a normal person. But you're not, Stephany Larson… You're not even human.

"In their eyes, you're a lamb that's about to be slaughtered. You're like livestock in the human society… You were their experiment subject, something that can be killed anytime if the research data turns out poorly."

Yasmin continued, "Just like Dolly the sheep, your final destiny would be to become a specimen. You would be trapped in the research lab's underground specimen bank.

"I'm guessing… that the Genome Society has countless specimens of 'your' corpse in the underground lab."

I scoffed. I silently got up and slowly made my way downstairs.

A clone. How pathetic.

Even science fiction movies could not accurately reflect human desire and evil.

For the sake of development, evolution, immortality, anti-aging, and survival…

Humans had many unknown dark sides that were hidden from the sun. It existed in a darkness that the average person might never be exposed to in their lifetime. They might be unable to imagine how terrifying such darkness could be.

Perhaps living an average life would be blissful too.

"Stephie…" Michael called out to me with a coarse voice.

"In The Godfather, it was said that behind every great fortune, there's a crime. It was also said that capital comes dripping from head to foot, from every pore, with blood and dirt…" I said hoarsely as I slowly made my way downstairs.

I was not only saying it to Michael but also to myself.

All the prosperity that we saw in the world was simply things that the world's puppeteers allowed us to see.

There was an unimaginable darkness hidden behind everything.

"Stephie…" Michael said, full of concern. "It's not your fault."

I scoffed at Michael.

"I never thought that it was my fault..."