Chapter 40 / 51 · 1 min

Boxes Trapped Inside Boxes, Dreams Painted on Boxes

I held Nira close. She was crying.

“It’s just one hand,” I said. “Please don’t be so upset…”

Nira looked down at my legs. I had only one.

“Doesn’t it bother you at all?” she said. “Is this what they call a life? From the moment I was born I’ve been locked in this single cell. No freedom. Fine, I can accept that. But not even ownership over my own body? They can come whenever they please and cut off our arms, our legs?”

I held her tighter.

I didn’t tell her that I’d found out the order for Nira’s brain had already come in. The delivery date was only eleven days away.

We who are clones, there is much we must swallow like this.