The inspiration for the following drabble clearly comes from the fact that my brain has been saturated with science fiction. I am in no way claiming this is a bad thing. It's a simple fact of life.
I hope you like it!
The world places value on originality, all the while peddling knock-off clothing and accessories so people can all look the same. It’s laughable just how deluded people can be.
People say originals are precious because they can never be replaced. Original paint jobs, original parts, untarnished by time.
Of course, people try to replace the irreplaceable. That’s why I exist. A clone, a replication of a once-living original. I came with a blank slate, though family members pretend not to notice. They’d much rather embrace the delusion and ignore the fact that I’m not even the original me.