In the year 2945, a child sits alone, in a small room all by herself.
She has no feelings of love and happiness, only pain.  
This is how it is, this is how it must be.
This is what they do to clones.
They had too much of a good thing, playing God.
There was not enough room for all of them.
So, with a tiny micro-chip in her brain, she sits alone, only feeling lost and scared.
She will soon be put to sleep like the many others before her.
She has never felt the sunshine, never heard the rain, she has never felt a mother's loving arms, and never again will she wake after tonight.
So small she is compared to the world; this world who cursed her, this world who rejected her, the very world that created her.
One must wonder how this chlid must feel.  
Her legs pulled up tight, her long hair hiding her tears.
They have let her only feel sorrow.
The door opens up and they take  her away.
The white room is empty with only her screams to echo off the walls.  
But soon, that too is gone.
The room is once again alone, ready to be filled with another child, more children, just like the girl.
Who was created to be destroyed.....