[ WP ] You are told that you can be cloned to rid your body of cancer and any future illness . However , due to cloning laws you will be terminated . While your clone has retained all of your memories as his own , something happens that makes him realize that he is not the original .

`` Did n't you have a birthmark on the back of your neck?'' Amy said as she gently ran her fingers through my hair. 
 
 `` Huh? No, I do n't think so.'' 
 
 Amy stopped her soft petting and stared quizzically at the back of my neck for quite some time before saying `` I'm pretty sure you did.'' At this point, I was rather baffled. Amy and I have been dating for three years, and suddenly she's decided to make up some sort of birth mark? 
 
 `` Amy,'' I said. `` Would n't I know if I had a birth mark or not?'' 
 
 `` Well, yes. I suppose you would.'' 
 
 `` Then I can guarantee you that I have never had a birth mark. I can also guarantee you that I never will.'' 
 
 `` Wait,'' she sputtered. `` Take off your shirt.'' 
 
 `` Really? I'm not in the mood right now.'' 
 
 `` I'm not trying to have sex with you, just take off your shirt.'' 
 
 `` Well, **now** I'm a little disappointed. Fine.'' I took my shirt off. She snatched it out of my hands and threw it on the floor. I spun around to look at her, but she twisted my body back, making me face the mirrored cabinet again. `` What are you doing?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Just hold still,'' she replied. God, I loved her accent. There's something so elegant about Brits that I ca n't seem to get over. `` Ha! I knew you had a birth mark!'' She ran her fingers down my spine and stopped a quarter of the way up my back, slightly off to the right. `` See?'' she said spinning me around so I could look at my back in the cabinet. She was right, I had a rather large, yet faint, birthmark on my back. 
 
 `` Okay, so what? I do n't have one on my neck, I was just confused,'' I replied. 
 
 `` You said you did n't have a birth mark. You lied.'' 
 
 `` I told you, I was confused. What does it matter, anyway? It's just a birth mark.'' 
 
 She sat in silence for a few moments before I saw her eyes widen. 
 
 `` Is something wrong?'' I asked, growing a little more than a little concerned about the condition of my back. What if, I thought, there is some nasty deformity that I had failed to notice. Or cancer. I've already had a cancerous mole once, I'm not looking forward to another. 
 
 `` No. I do n't know. Maybe.'' She was growing more and more panicked -- it was n't obvious, but I could see it in her eyes. `` Is there any reason,'' she continued, `` that you would have a birth mark that says # 2903?'' 
 
 `` 2903?'' 
 
 Then, it hit me. All of the memories came rushing back -- the cancer, the chemo, the doctor telling me I was definitely not going to make it. And then, the last resort: I could clone myself. I could clone myself and be rid of the cancer -- any illnesses really, but there was one catch... I'm the clone, and the real me had to die.
