Multiply Inc. realized that they could make much more money and avoid government intervention if they kept this Clone Machine project of theirs a secret. The company now oversees everything from finding subjects to making sure clones are obident to the orginal’s and/or buyer’s. Of course, one may ask how does Multiplicty Inc. get people on board to signing off on their own death warrants to become an obident clone of whoever to whomever is purchasing them? Well, most buyers have a subject in mind that has already signed away their previous life. For those who don't have a subject lined up or that want to have more fun, their is an auction for unclaimed subjects. Since their are so few people that know about The Clone Machine and on top of that not many people would ever sign away their life especially if they didn't even know what they are becoming. The worst part is the subjects don't receive a dime of whatever their bid is. You may ask, then where does these subjects come from? Most are kidnapped and are nobody's the world wouldn't even care if they are gone. Finally you may ask, why do I know so much about this? Well, I about to be auctioned off, and no, I was not kidnapped, I just don't care to live anymore, and I thought at least someone can get some joy out of my death.
My name, occupation, education level, fitness, and other personal shit dosen't matter. Because, I am about to become a clone of someone, I don't know who, I don't know why, and I don't care. All that I care about is that I will be dead. As I have been monologing, people have been putting bids on me. I can see into the crowd a bit and I see people in elegant suits and dresses, fighting each other for supremacy with their checkbooks. Wow all these rich folk fighting for little old worthless me.
”500k, 600k, 700k, 800k, and 950k sold!” I hear the auctioner say as my fate has become sealed. Wow 950k, I didn't know a nobody like me could be worth that much. Well then again, all I am is just a blank to be molded into whatever the buyer desires. The people after me will probably sell for more. The security and lab teams guide me to the cloning chamber in the other part of the facility. I am stripped naked and the physician that's a part of the lab team injects with a cocktail of drugs, that can do things I could never wrap my head around. Maybe the person I become a clone of will know how these drugs work. As I am being injected, I feel a switching between hot and cold sensation course through my veins. Once I have been drugged up, the cloning phase can begin, I am escorted to a giant cylindrical tube that looks like something from a sci-fi movie. I step in and some electrodes are placed on my head and then the team seals the door shut. I am locked in, and closer to my death, and to someone’s clone birth. The chamber fills with fluid, it feels sticky and kind of cold. I can feel my old self slipping away mentally and within a couple of minutes, I am at my death, who will I become, and for what reason, I will never know and don't care.