This is the second short story I have written which I may combine with other stuff I've done when applying to take a masters in creative writing. Some feedback would be appreciated, as I think the idea here is good, but I may not have totally nailed it yet, and I want to apply by Sunday. Thanks in advance.
Thoughts on the Effect of Human Cloning to the Human Experience:
Roll over Dolly the sheep, there's a new sheriff in town, and he's cloned. Yes, I have successfully managed to reach the pinnacle to centuries of scientific endeavour; I've gone and created another me. Using just a spoon, a pinch of table salt, some pasta and mince, I made some dinner. Then I popped myself into the cloning machine and hey presto, out I shot. What with my name being Mark, naturally cloned me is called Mark 2. It's a pun so witty that it even raises a smile on the dead, if I've remembered my crayons when telling it to them.
What are the effects of Human Cloning I hear you ask? Well, there have been some negatives. Namely coming home to catch your wife cheating on you with yourself. That'll teach me to leave the garage door open. I've also been saying "God I'm ugly" much more. However, there are greater concerns. For my clone is not an exact copy. I have found that he enjoys music such as U2 and is an avid fan of "The Twilight Series'. In short, he is stupider than I am. After discovering this fact, a schedule was immediately drawn up. On it, mine and Mark 2's working arrangements. He's in the office January to December and I cover the weekends, when we're closed.
The arrangement worked well until Mark 2 decided to read some Marx 1. After doing so, he immediately confronted me, asking for more pay. I explained that technically he couldn't get more pay because this implied he had some pay to begin with, but there was no reasoning with him. For a clone, he was very stubborn to my point of view. Following this brutal argument, events started to turn rather sour. Mark 2 made himself a Mark 3, and they combined forces to overthrow me, the original Mark, and proceeded to lock me in the cellar. It is from this cellar that I write to you now. But fear not dear readers, for I can see light at the end of the tunnel, quite literally, and I'm going to see what it is right now.....
So, It turns out I now have a companion. Mark 2 has just been thrown into the cellar by Mark 3 and 4. Bloody clones! I wish they'd all just go back to where they came from.
