Abraham

Freedom. So many have given their lives to preserve it.
For some, freedom meant an end to slavery. For me, it meant being able to use stem cells – and a heap of grant money – to perfect replicant technology. Cloned humans.
Think of the possibilities! Replacement organs. Better: being able to answer the age-old question: What if?
I had to know. It was a bitch getting the DNA, but somehow I managed.
He comes out of the gel-tank tomorrow. Twelve weeks of deep-sleep hypnopaedia, and he’ll be ready for his stovepipe hat.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Abraham Linclone.