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Kevin[17] [MultiFormat]
eBook by William Shunn
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: It's little Kevin's first day of school and he misses his brothers--all 22 of them, cloned from the selfsame cells that gave him life. Sending him off to school alone in another state is all part of the experiment. But the scientists who created Kevin never took playground bullies into account.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [192 KB], eReader (PDB) [28 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [14 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [14 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [75 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [86 KB], hiebook (KML) [90 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [43 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [15 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [43 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [24 KB]
Words: 4056
Reading time: 11-16 min.
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i. From the diaries of Richard L. Metcalfe, Ph.D.Monday, April 7, 2025. It's the first day of public school for my little flock of Kevins, a landmark date in our experiment--and for some reason I'm unable to put away the gun.
Looking back through these diaries, I see that it was August 13, 2018--another Monday--that my predecessor used this gun to splatter his brains across the plate-glass window opposite this desk, like some mad expressionist splashing housepaints across a giant canvas. I've never much liked Mondays, either, actually.
Before me rises majestic Mount Timpanogos, possibly the most striking mountain in Utah, the mythical Indian maid who sleeps atop still shrouded beneath her sparkling mantle of snow. The sky is a deep azure, the same color as my little Kevins' eyes, and the mountain's flanks are swathed in a brilliant pine green. I find it difficult to believe that anyone could kill himself in sight of such splendor, but Jacob Kellerman did. As if to spite Nature herself.
He called himself Jacob Kellerman, but today I can think of him only by his birth name--Lawrence1. Today ... as the twenty-three boys we cloned over the summer of 2013 venture into the world for the first time. The day he anticipated for so long, but in the end was not strong enough to witness.
Today ... as I regard what to the Utes is a sacred mountain ... as I toy with the .38 automatic that took Lawrence1's life.
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