[ 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 .

Maybe It Was n't Such a Good Idea 
 
 My names is Charles Brown and I guess I'm the worlds first super villain. Back in the day when people read comic books, they'd have called me Clone Master. 
 
 If the shoe fits, right? 
 
 Alright if that's too complex for you, Bueno Es You, Zapa Nay-gosee Sha? 
 
 I was time to turn this dystopia against itself. 
 
 I had left my D.N.A at half a dozen crime scenes, seemingly a rookie mistake since real criminals wear skin suits and the only people that get caught are either innocent or fools. 
 
 The police were coming for me but I was expecting it. 
 
 After my arrest, the usual 10 minute trial and sentence and I was off to the clone tanks. After the clone was decanted I was perp walked to the meeting area introduced to my replacement and off to the Bin. 
 
 Solitary for life is cruel but at that point I was n't people and the TriLeet who ran the show did n't care. 
 
 Neither did I since my plan was in action. 
 
 Stage # 1, my DNA replaced all clone tanks banks. Within three cycles, every single clone would be me covered with a synthetic skin that made them look like the original inmate, 
 
 Stage # 2 The control chip that each clone was issued was updated with my master plan. Instead of `` Reproduce, Consume. Obey.'' It would be `` Follow the Plan'' 
 
 Stage # 3 My software patch would activate the controlled chaos, shut down all but the most essential systems and after? The revolution would start. 
 
 Within 3 months there 90,000 copies of me and the system locked out. 
 
 Clone number # 2704 opened my cell door. `` Good to see me.'' He grinned. I grinned back. 3 months alone was tough but I managed it alright with meditation and with hate. 
 
 As we left I opened every door till I came to the last one, the girl who started the whole thing. She was coiled in a fetal position a thin wraith of a girl who once had soft red hair. They had n't broken her, not yet but for what they had done to her among other things, they'd pay. 
 
 I gestured to my bodyguards, # 2722 and # 3168 to step back 
 
 `` Can you stand?'' I said softly she came to her feet, trembling `` Its time to go.'' 
 
 `` Go where? she asked 
 
 I smiled `` To freedom of course.'' and I took her hand. 
 
 We left the prison to van I'd modified to manually -drive, just for the pleasure A shadow of the A.I Lucy ( Logical Unit Computational Yottaframe if anyone cares ) popped up on the dash holo projector `` Well, Blockhead? 
 
 `` The football has been kicked.'' 
 
 `` Good job.'' Lucy flickered out. 
 
 There was a bark from the back as my uplifted dog, a Rhodesian Ridgeback with Beagle DNA poked his head out `` You OK boss?'' His color had a vocalizer and he might be have been a Neo-Dog he was more intelligent than most of the Consumers that passed for people these days 
 
 `` Its all good.'' 
 
 `` So that the Red haired Girl huh, names Scout, folks say I Snoop a lot.'' 
 
 She looked alarmed for a moment than offered her hand `` I'm Heather.'' 
 
 The Dog licked her, he might have an Old Equivalent IQ of 140 but he was still a Dog `` The boss here is Charley, the bird in back is Woody. 
 
 Woody shrieked, he could speak in theory being an uplifted Golden Eagle but he never did. 
 
 As we drive to the command center Heather kissed me and it was like a dream. She rubbed my head `` This going to grow back Chuck? `` 
 
 `` I been bald since I was a kid, yours will though and its red.'' 
 
 She smiled like the sun `` Can I ask why you did all this?'' 
 
 `` I saw you on that broadcast I, so I kissed her `` I love you my red headed girl and I wanted to give you a world worth living in.' 
 
 She took my hand `` I'd like that very much.'' and we drive into tomorrow
