Titration of the Spirit
Stephanie was always the perfect wife. When we knew she was dying, she insisted I clone her. We didn’t want to lose each other.
Stephany was genetically modified for heightened intellect and a flawless complexion. Stephanie would have approved. She was beautiful and loving.
Steph-Anne had all the positive attributes of the other two, mentally astute and physically stronger but not so affectionate.
Steph-Ann was a divine creature. She accepted me as a companion but seemed sometimes distant, inattentive.
Steph was cold, aloof, intelligent, but little resembled my wife.
How far can you dilute a soul, before it disappears entirely?
Lovely flash Oonah. How far? That’s the question.
Jennifer
Comment by jennifer walmsley — October 27, 2008 @ 1:17 pm
Good question that, Oonah! And one of the best takes on cloning I’ve read.
Comment by FrancesG — October 28, 2008 @ 6:56 am
Oonah, you don’t need to clone a woman, just stay married to her for long enough and you achieve the same effect ;-)
* ducks *
Nice flash. Cheers,
Bob
Comment by bob jacobs — October 28, 2008 @ 5:54 pm