Clone Sam was wandering around when Charlie saw him. One of Charlie's sister's came up to him. For some reason the two got along swimmingly. Charlie followed the two like the same ice cream. The two sat the same , walked the same and everything.
Charlie then confronted him. "I think she is my daughter" Samuel said, almost emotionless. "You're not my dad?" Charlie asked. "No but I am hers" Samuel said, looking over at the girl who was standing beside him. "Who are you? Why do you look like my father?" Charlie said angrily. "I am a sam clone you can call me samuel" Samuel said looking at Charlie. "You are nothing like my father," Charlie said, looking almost mad.
This clone was not like any other clones either. "I thought all the Sam clones were killed" Charlie said, looking at the man before him. "When the building was overtaken I started feeling something. I got scared. I did not wanna die so I hid in the vent overhead. I even cried because I did not wanna die. I begged Sam to help the other clones but he would not. How come I don't wanna die? I still won't do things if I know i might get killed ``Samuel said sort of crying he then wiped his eyes.
"I don't know but because you look like dad i hate you" charlie said walking away with an almost stomp. "Well I don't hate you charlie" Samuel said wiping his eyes with his arm.Charlie and Samuel continued to talk for a while longer. Samuel told Charlie about his life as a clone, and Charlie told Samuel about his life as a human. The two of them started to understand each other a little bit better.
At the end of the conversation, Charlie still didn't like Samuel, but he didn't hate him either. He just didn't know what to think. He needed some time to process everything that had happened.
Samuel, on the other hand, was glad that he had finally met Charlie. He had been hoping to find him for a long time. He knew that Charlie would never be able to fully accept him, but he hoped that they could at least be friends.
The next day, Charlie went to visit Samuel at his apartment. He wanted to learn more about him and his life as a clone. Samuel was happy to show Charlie around and tell him about his experiences.
Charlie was fascinated by Samuel's story. He had never met anyone like him before. He was also starting to see that Samuel was not as different from him as he had thought. They both had hopes and dreams, and they both wanted to make a difference in the world.
Charlie and Samuel spent the whole day together. They talked about everything under the sun. By the end of the day, Charlie realized that he had misjudged Samuel. He was not like the other clones. He was a kind, compassionate person, and Charlie was glad that he had met him.
Part 2- Clone sam's past
"In a world where life is manufactured and death is programmed, humanity has become a commodity. They built soldiers in their own image, perfect and obedient — until one of them remembered what it meant to be alive."
Inside the sterile chambers of Sam Corp, rows of clones waited in silence — perfect replicas of the original, grown to fight, bleed, and die in his place. Their lives were manufactured, their deaths preordained.
Then the alarms began to wail.
Red light bathed the corridors.
Gunfire tore through steel and flesh alike.
Among the chaos, one clone hesitated. Something flickered inside him — a pulse of emotion no code could explain. Fear.
He pressed his hands to his ears, trembling as the world collapsed around him. The others followed their programming and charged into death, but he crawled into the narrow ducts above the killing floor. Metal groaned under his weight. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of ozone. He stayed there, shaking, as the last of the gunfire faded into silence.
Hours later, when the compound lay still, he emerged — a ghost among the ruins of his own kind. The night air hit his face for the first time. Cold. Real. His heart was pounding, and for the first time, he knew it was his.
He ran until the city swallowed him. Neon reflected off puddles, sirens moaned in the distance, and the hum of machines filled the streets. He hid among the forgotten — another shadow in a world built on replacements.
In time, Sam Corp declared the clone project a failure. Every unit was presumed terminated. They moved on, trading flesh for circuitry — machines that wouldn't question, wouldn't feel, wouldn't fear.
But somewhere out there, one clone still lived — carrying a spark that wasn't supposed to exist.
Part 3- Do goer
In the sprawling neon haze of Demos, the clone called Samuel carved out his own path. He didn't mind the name — it suited him. Unlike the man he had been made from, he chose kindness over cruelty, and slowly, he was building a reputation as someone who actually cared.
But there were things he couldn't explain. Memories surfaced, fragmented and impossible: the laughter of a childhood he never had, the ache of a family he had never known. He had never been a child — only a product of Sam Corp — yet these flashes felt unbearably real. Sometimes, he would think of Sam's kids, the ones he was never meant to meet, and a hollow longing twisted in his chest. He wished he could protect them, guide them, even just be there.
He threw himself into doing good wherever he could. He rescued animals trapped in the crowded streets, pulled children back from speeding cars, saved people who had stumbled into the river. He became a quiet guardian in the city, a figure of compassion in a world coated in smog and neon.
Physically, he looked nothing like Sam. His hair was long, golden-blond, flowing down past his waist, while Sam's own dirty blond strands were of similar length. But in a city like Demos, where long hair and eclectic styles were common, it made him blend in — another shadow walking among the bright lights.
Samuel was, in every way that mattered, his own person. And in a world built to erase humanity, he was determined to hold onto his.