don't clone it alone

Despite humanity's success at cloning the physical structures comprising their own biology, the ability to clone souls has remained ever-elusive.

It seemed that DNA itself was nothing more than a skeletal blueprint with no meaning until it's interpreted. And the human virtual machine could only be ported by sexual reproduction. It turns out, souls themselves are the platform upon which humanity runs -- without the underlying bios and bias, the structured codes of DNA are worthless. So the companies moved over to trying to produce souls. As you can guess, this has been a failure.

But, as with all things inspired by science fiction, the research continues.

astray on the loose

in bondage, hit up with 30cc's of deceitful toxins, my id was sewn in under my skin, a passive transmitter that could not be removed without risking the sensitive organ tissue around my hippocampus.

i had been tagged like a stray dog running rampant in the back alleys of the solar system. they would always know where and with whom I was.

but they would still never know what I thought.

the mines of mars

When luputonium was discovered on Mars, all hell broke loose. Though they had bought and sold all the land on earth, the rapid commodification of another planet was a new experience for the human race.

But we're fast learners. Heluva fast when there's money to be made.

Then, as quickly as it was discovered, the source ran dry. Luputonium is fickle and responds to subtle changes in the environment. As more people moved in, the traces became ever more faint.

Now all that was left were the abandoned drills and husks of long tubing that once provided life support for the men who worked the mines. It wasn't long before the entire colony was inhabited by squatters.

The government of Earth considered storming the planet, but decided it wasn't worth the money.