The Cyber Chronicles - Book I: Queen of Arlin

by T C Southwell

Sabre cleaned the rabbits and handed her one affixed to a spit, which she held over the fire and turned as the meat cooked, watching him. He had shaved off the stubble, and looked better for it. The white line that ran through his hair from the centre of his forehead was, she guessed, where they had cut open his scalp to attach the reinforcing. The things that had been done to him were horrifying, and yet he seemed quite normal.

  Tassin did not understand some of what he had told her, like how they could make a copy of a dead man, a clone, as he called it. That meant there were hundreds, maybe thousands more just like him. She had seen identical twins before, but it was hard to imagine so many who looked exactly alike. Also, machines that nurtured babies, like a womb? Unbelievable. How must he feel, knowing he had been created as a tool? Her rabbit burnt on one side, so distracted was she. She turned it again, glancing at Sabre. He looked preoccupied, and she wondered what he was thinking.