[ WP ] Whenever a felony is committed , a clone of the perpetrator is created using DNA left at the crime scene . The original goes to jail , while the clone takes his/her place in society .

`` Welcome to the shed, kid,'' Peter said as he threw open the door to the large warehouse and strode inside followed closely by Carter. 
 
 Carter stared wide eyed at the rows and rows of tanks and stacked as high as the ceiling, each with a porthole showing a human face in side. From the outside the building looked as a football stadium. He tried figure out how many people that might be but math was never his strong suit. `` Who are all these people?'' Carter finally asked. 
 
 `` Geez they really did n't tell you anything,'' Peter said with a laugh. `` You must have pissed off somebody important. This is the shed, where we store all the spares. As you're hopefully aware when a felony is committed any DNA belonging to the purp is used to create a clone. This serves two purposes. First it helps to locate and apprehend the criminal responsible, things like facial recognition and fingerprints become easier as well photos for visual identification. Second the void they leave in society can be filled by the clone so families are n't broken and industry can keep rolling along. The system is great when things roll smoothly like that. This is what happens when it does n't.'' He gestured widely as he walked down the aisle. They were heading for a small booth at the far end of the building which was virtually the only space not dedicated to frozen clones. `` These are the spares. Clones whose originators were never found. Kept on the off chance that they will be eventually located.'' 
 
 Carter poked at the computer screen next to one of the tanks. It flicked on displaying details of the case that the ice man was connected to. A couple was murdered in their apartment on 32nd Avenue and their home ransacked. Some pictures showed the two bodies sprawled across the bed with blood covering the walls and blankets. Carter recoiled in horror and hurried after Peter. `` How many are there?'' he asked. 
 
 `` Here?'' Peter considered the question. `` I'm not sure what the total is anymore but I think it's north of 10,000 now. That's just for this area mind you. There's a lot of other places like this around.'' 
 
 `` Seems like a pretty poor system if so many end up here,'' Carter commented as he glanced at the unending mass of silver cyclinders before entering into the small office. 
 
 `` I once heard that something like 10 % of all clones end up in the shed,'' Peter responded. `` We solve a lot more crimes than we used to because of this program.'' 
 
 Carter groaned. `` That'd be great if I actually got to go out and solve crimes instead of being stuck in here with the popsicles.'' 
 
 `` So what did you do anyway? Bang the chief's wife or something? Somebody must really hate you to shuffle you off here on day one,'' Peter asked as he dropped himself into a chair. 
 
 `` I do n't know,'' Carter admitted. `` Honest,'' he added when he caught Peter staring at him. 
 
 `` Whatever,'' Peter said with a dismissive wave. He pointed at the bank of monitors on the back wall. `` These are all the security cameras for the building. Most of them are on the outside, the delivery bay, and the main entrance.'' 
 
 `` You get a lot of people trying to break in to kidnap random nobodies?'' Carter asked with a chuckle. 
 
 `` Do n't get too comfortable with that joke, kid. It happened one time in Arizona, and it did n't end well for the guards there,'' Peter said in an unexpectedly serious tone. `` Only time I've heard of it happening though. Mostly we're here to run the terminal.'' He pointed at a screen in the center bottom row directly about the keyboard. It was the only one that was n't running a view of the building. Instead this screen showed a menu with a search box and a list of case numbers. `` From here you can view each spare and their case, sorted by case number because they do n't have names. You can also locate them, crack their tanks open, and if they're in an upper row you can have them brought down all from this console.'' 
 
 Carter tapped a couple of buttons and opened up a file. Up popped an image of a red haired woman with pale skin and freckles. Next to her face were the details of her creation and dates. 
 
 `` You ever go looking through here to see if you know anyone?'' 
 
 `` Yeah,'' Peter answered almost sheepishly. 
 
 `` You ever find anyone?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 `` That'd sure be strange, would n't it?'' 
 
 `` Indeed.'' 
 
 Carter turned to face out the window. `` This job is boring as hell, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` That it is,'' Peter admitted with a sigh.
