Clones.
It was a terrifying word.
"What about Dexter..." I asked in a hoarse voice.
If I was an experiment subject, what was Dexter?
"He's not an experiment subject..." answered Juliet, leaning against the wall as she tried to endure the pain.
"He went through genetic screening, but he was just a selected experiment subject. Unlike you... he's a normal person. But you're not, Sofia Miller... You're not even human."
"In their eyes, you're a lamb that's about to be slaughtered. You're like livestock in the human society... You were their experiment subject, something that can be killed anytime if the research data turns out poorly."
Juliet continued, "Just like Dolly the sheep, your final destiny would be to become a specimen. You would be trapped in the research lab's underground specimen bank.
"I'm guessing... that the Genome Society has countless specimens of 'your' corpse in the underground lab."
