I am a very poor god.
But a very rich girl. Granted, most of the prize money that didn't go to the company went towards that hovercycle, but oh my god the look on Dad's face, the look on his face! ("Your mother went out and bought the Stanczak hanging in your bedroom, the first time she won a major race... but then again, she already had a ridiculously dangerous street vehicle." And then, a smile with that funny little mostly-approving moustache-twitch. I missed that look.) It was so worth it.
And it came in handy, too.
It's funny, I never would've thought they'd really do something like that... but Mark was nice. Weird taste in books, but... how much of a clone is the person they're taken from, really? He even had his hair bleached. God, it was like seeing Jordan back then, only....
Jordan wouldn't have tried to run away from me. Not when we first met. And he'd never be caught dead wearing something so plain.
It was like he was trying to make himself blend in, that's it. That's what's been bothering me. He looked just like Jordan at seventeen, sounded just like Jordan at seventeen, and he was trying so hard to hide himself....
And now, to figure out how to tell the local Sex God that he got cloned three years ago... oh boy, I'm in it up to my chin now.
((She thinks this was private. When informed otherwise, she won't be able to lock it back up. Who's this "Mark", you ask? Well. He's Jordan's clone! Mark Wolkov, who took his last name from the scientist who decanted him. He's a shy, polite young man with a thing for late-20th-century science fiction. PSST. RIKKI. I NEED YOUR NOTES ON HIM IF I'M GONNA WRITE THE ONE-PERSON RL THINGY.))
And it came in handy, too.
It's funny, I never would've thought they'd really do something like that... but Mark was nice. Weird taste in books, but... how much of a clone is the person they're taken from, really? He even had his hair bleached. God, it was like seeing Jordan back then, only....
Jordan wouldn't have tried to run away from me. Not when we first met. And he'd never be caught dead wearing something so plain.
It was like he was trying to make himself blend in, that's it. That's what's been bothering me. He looked just like Jordan at seventeen, sounded just like Jordan at seventeen, and he was trying so hard to hide himself....
And now, to figure out how to tell the local Sex God that he got cloned three years ago... oh boy, I'm in it up to my chin now.
((She thinks this was private. When informed otherwise, she won't be able to lock it back up. Who's this "Mark", you ask? Well. He's Jordan's clone! Mark Wolkov, who took his last name from the scientist who decanted him. He's a shy, polite young man with a thing for late-20th-century science fiction. PSST. RIKKI. I NEED YOUR NOTES ON HIM IF I'M GONNA WRITE THE ONE-PERSON RL THINGY.))