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Everyone says "humanity at its finest" when they either see a human do something extremely stupid or see a human do something extremely wonderful. But, what if humanity will be at its finest when its not even human anymore?
Clones. Lower society has them as friends and pals. High society has them as pets and guards. Clone 2335 (A2) was a guard who was stationed at the President's house. The President at the time was a great leader, but he had his flaws. He would take any time available, and away from cameras and prying eyes and ears, to beat his clone servants senseless. Clone 2335 (A2) was no exception. However, Clone 2335 (A2) had his own humanity.
Scientists knew that clones wouldn't exist without being able to experience humanity in their 'artificial souls'. The clones would need emotion. They would need purpose, else they would die. Clone 2335 (A2) and his comrades and friends in the President's house all had humanity; they could feel the pain when they were kicked. However, no one made a move, because there wouldn't be any humans to support them. Only clones with human friends can get away with having emotions. No other clones could. Those clones were slaves, created for serving in any way possible.
One day, the President was beating Clone 2337 (B5) in the courtyard. Humans and clones alike were gathered before this semi-public demonstration. The President was beating the poor clone miss with his kicks and sometimes brought her up to his face to punch her. When Clone 2335 (A2) arrived at the scene, he was petrified. Clone 2337 (B5) was his best friend. When he started walking towards the beating, his clone friends had to hold him back. He took out a knife and cut his friends' arms, then proceeded.
Clone 2335 (A2) walked up to the President, who noticed him.
"What do you want? Do you want to be a demonstration, too, bastard? You want to relieve this bitch of her pain, eh?" Clone 2335 (A2) stabbed the man in his gut.
"I won't let my friend get beaten like a punished child under the care of an abusive father."
"You... what the fuck are you talking about? Guards! GUARDS?!"
"The guards are also beaten by you."
"What the fuck is your problem?! You don't have friends!"
"Yes, I do."
"Why are you doing this?!"
"... We're human, too." The clone took out his handgun and shot the man in the head. He turned to the crowd. "WE'RE HUMAN, TOO!!" He aimed the gun at his chin, pointing up, and shot.
That was the last year clones were produced. Scientists had never made a distinguish between humans and clones, as clones were designed to be human, so the clones that got away from the *clone* police force had blended into society. Eventually the military, police departments, and even the medical corporations disbanded because of the *clones* working in them. Soon the Coin Changers' Nation fell into several barbaric states, but were eventually rebuilt by a *clone* leader. The ruins of the United States of America had never been in their finest form, rebuilt from scratch (even Texas rejoined the States). Readers, remember that every human is a human. Remember that those who may not seem human, because they're different or anti-social or anything the other, they are human.
"[...] today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it."
... Every human is a human... except Hitler.
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