I'm definitely not what you'd call average. I'm one of the only pair of human clones sanctioned by the government.
How it all came about is a long story. Suffice it to say, it was a freak accident. Mom never knew she had me and Clark until two months after she conceived. I don't know about you, but I call that negligence.
"Hey, brother, get up."
I roll over on my side. "I'm awake, Clark. Give me two minutes."
He grins. "I won't give you any time if you want bacon and eggs."
"You little scamp, where did you get the eggs?"
"Not telling! It's a secret."
I fold my arms and sigh. Well, brothers keep their secrets. I think that's especially true with clones. When you share everything, even the same bedroom, it's tough not to.
My hip twinges, reminding me of an old fight. Those blasted doctors haven't set the bone right, and I was paying.
"Let me help you." Clark bends down and places a hand on my injury. In a moment the pain is gone.That little talent comes in handy. He can absorb pain and fatigue, but it costs him. He staggers as the drain hits him.
"Thanks," I say. Then I reach for a shirt. A big blue one catches my fingers. I slip it on and let it fall to my waist. Next is a pair of faded cargo shorts. Then I comb my brown hair into a neat part.
A few feet away, Clark goes through the same routine. His hair is longer and darker than mine; don't ask me why.
"So," Doc's voice comes over the intercom. "Are you two finally up?"
"Stuff it doc," I mutter. He makes a rude noise.
Clark gives me a thumbs up.
