Nobody Here But Us Clones [closed]

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

The sun had set on the illusion of the Kent farm in the Sensoriums. The stars were out in a big, clear Kansas sky. During the night-time, the sky here could be just as beautiful--and expansive--as it was during the day.

Kon was in the barn, leaning against the window-sill, looking out on the night sky. The moon was good practice for his telescopic vision, and it was perfectly rendered here, every basin, ridge and lunar mare.

Mostly, he just didn't want to see anyone right now, after the business with Mei-Xing's clone. He was getting sick of the wait, but terrified of what the decision would be.

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[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that bad. At least not for him. Mind control aside. It was just...he'd seen a lot of bad along the way.

"With this whole issue, if it was was a normal person that was brain damaged, it'd be barbaric. If some little girl had been born and kidnapped and aged up so fast her brain couldn't take it, left a blank slate, never able to live out her life, used for organs, we'd be calling it a travesty, and whatever was decided for that little girl, it'd be for that little girl, trying to work out the most humane thing to do for her rather than looking at what could be scavenged from her corpse after pulling the plug. What's the only difference here?"

Kon shook his head, looking lost.

"It's that she's a clone. That makes it instead of deciding to do what's best for her I'll bet people are looking at what can be gotten from her. And that's what's wrong. Brain-damaged or not, cloned or not, we should be making the best choice for her. Either try to help her live, or let her die in peace--but if she does, let it be with dignity, not carving out her insides like a pumpkin, letting her be used like a thing."

There was a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"There's no perfect answer, Kal. Not when you're choosing that someone's better off alive or dead and they're in no condition to speak for themselves. Even I don't know what to argue there. But the least the Council could do is treat her like a brain damaged person when they make the decision. And then decide what rights a brain damaged person has on this ship. Across the board. Either all our organs are forfeit or nobody's are. I could live with you guys' decision if you did it that way. Any other way, and you are saying that her origins make her not a person--and that means it's the same for every clone on the ship."

[itsaboutaction.livejournal.com]

Then, that was that, wasn't it? Perhaps they were going about this utterly wrong in the first place. "We need to restart somewhere." he said. "Restart the conversation and use that sort of thinking - that we're dealing with a person and not a thing - and go from there."

He stood straight as he did. "I have a lot to learn and not a lot of time to do so... especially with what we're dealing with."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"If you guys want to talk to any of us, I'd be willing to talk to the Council. Fate probably would be too. If you need it. If not... I trust you to try to help 'em make the best decision, Kal."

[itsaboutaction.livejournal.com]

"If you think it would help sway the argument, then by all means, I'll make the floor open for you and Fate." Kal said. "If we have to, then we'll gather everyone whose in this position and see what they think about it. We were chosen in a democratic manner, so we should at least show that the rest are just as important."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"I'm not even sure there's a direction to sway the argument in, but if it'd help all you guys get some perspective, and see why we were so outraged, I'm all for it."

A pause.

"Thanks for comin' to talk to me."

He held up his fist for a little mentorly fistbump.

[itsaboutaction.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome, Kon. Even if it just helps a little, it will be all worth it." Kal said.

He held up his own fist and fistbumped Kon's. He was going about this the wrong way and he helped him see that.