Attack of the clones.

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Attack of the clones

The world can be changed and will be changed by the mere click of a button from the grey old guy from 32nd Street, New York.  Lurking deep from under his floorboards of his century old house that is where his laboratory lies littered with the hi-tech equipment and experiments of Dr Roberts.

It was just another Saturday in the autumn season to the people of New York.  The beginning of their long awaited weekend once again, to Dr Roberts it was more, much more this was the day he was at his most inventive as the creation of the railway.  He would spend hours upon hours in his laboratory of his darkest secrets.  He would be there until early morning Sunday.  Today he had been thinking this was the day he was going to do something special.  It had come to him in a dream, cloning he knew a lot about the subject, he had formerly worked for the government doing all sorts of experiments including cloning animals just like sheep.  It was of course one of his strengths, but what he was about to embark upon would be his worst weakness. He was about to clone himself he didn’t know the implications of cloning humans, as it had never been done before.  Cloning broke all-moral and ethnic boundaries, cloning is to take God’s creations and play with them, which surely is wrong.  What was Dr Roberts to know he didn’t even believe in God.  He was regularly at the church when he was a child, but after his parents were killed in a car accident he stopped believing in God, as he never really understood why his parents had to die.  

It was Saturday 10th October when he got into his white tattered coat and grabbed some toast and hurriedly ran down into the lab.  Firstly he injected himself and took a sample of his tissue.  He placed at once under the microscope and took his tweezers and chopped it into half and now there were two cells.  He quickly and carefully repeated the process again and again there were test tubes full of his duplicated cells everywhere.  He spent hours doing this; it must have been 3’oclock in the morning when he’d finished placing the last test tube in his huge freezer.  When he woke up the next morning he was too excited to be bothered about having any breakfast he went straight down to the freezer.  He had opened the freezer door and there before him staring at him was his clone he was shocked at how fast the clone was born.  It was remarkable at how identical the clone was to Dr Roberts it was like he was staring in a brilliantly clear mirror.  This felling was soon over as they must have been fifty clones staring him in the face.  He just couldn’t control them but then as he did try to, the clones rebelled and grabbed him from the neck and you can guess what happened next, they strangled him within seconds to his death.  The clones were cannibals they swallowed him and within a few seconds they were only a few bones of Dr Roberts remaining that lay on the floor of his laboratory.  Within minutes of the tragic death of the doctor by the clones they grew in numbers by now over three hundred.  They broke out onto the street and rampaged through the streets of New York and through other people’s property.

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Jonathan Edwards was an office worker from 57th Street, New York.  He worked for the New York stock exchange NASDAQ.  He had come from another hard days work when he came to a few blocks towards his house he couldn’t believe his eyes people were running away as if world war three had broken out.  As he walked gradually just a little closer the number of people grew denser shouting and screaming for their lives.  He then immediately remembered his girlfriend so he started to walk the other way.  When he reached her house he was just about to knock ...

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