Clonenstein: The Sixth Great-Grandson of Frankenstein

By Gary B. Cooke

Clonenstein was given to me by God, as a revelation of things to come. There is a quest for immortality in the flesh. I wrote as I saw it in Clonenstein. Mary Shelley saw it in 1818 in her book Frankenstein. I believe cloning will come to pass one day. How did I get such an insight of the future? Back when I was twenty-two, my room was glowing one night about midnight. I woke up to see a cherub angel hovering over the bed. There was a glowing light coming from this angel. I reached up and touched the cherub to see if it was real. A shock hit me, and I passed out. Ever since then, I can hear and see things. I heard a voice telling me what to write in this book and how to tie it into the first book I wrote, Spirit Led DNA. I have had out-of-body experiences. An angel would come and take me to places and show me things to come. I wrote of this angel in the book. Read and see into the future. Clonenstein is a life story of true love, adventure, mystery, horror, and resurrections of the dead. See for yourself in Clonenstein.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781467063418

Gary B. Cooke

Gary Cooke is a man who has always thought outside of the box Gary loves family, and he has lost some loved ones who were in his life. He once said to me, “It is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.” As I read Clonenstein, I could see that Gary was really remembering the now-deceased loved ones who were once in his life. They are too many to count. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when his son, Gary, Jr., died at the age of thirty-two. In some way, he felt the spirits of them all. Most of the names in this book deceased and living indicate people Gary has known throughout his life, such as Mrs. Leslie (is his daughter), Dr. Anthony Marvin Cooke, Uncle Bernard, (is his three sons), and Elizabeth Enstein, known as Mamma (Elizabeth was his mother’s name.) Moreover, Gary’s father died when he was twelve. The judge character, Jack William Lee, was his father’s first names. Rosa Jane was his father’s sister, who helped raise him after his father died. Brenda is his deceased sister. There were many more deaths in his life, and in this book, Gary brought them all back to life. Gary once said to me, “All you really have is one life to live, so do something good—even great—before you die.” Oh yes, I’m the author’s Uncle, Maurice Cooke      You can Contact the Author at.    Gary B.Cooke P.O. Box 441944              Detroit MI 48244     E-mail [e-mail]          Phone # [phone] 

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Contents

Preface

Chapter 1 Off to School

Chapter 2 Shannon Meets Gary

Chapter 3 My Best Friend, Marvin

Chapter 4 Medical Board of Examiners

Chapter 5 Karla’s Confession of Love

Chapter 6 Clone Heart Operation

Chapter 7 The Graduation

Chapter 8 Secret Meeting at the White House

Chapter 9 I Need to Get Away

Chapter 10 Mamma’s Last Words

Chapter 11 New Home in Pittsburgh

Chapter 12 Notra meets Gary

Chapter 13 I Clone the Four Dead Bodies Back

Chapter 14 The Love of my Life

Chapter 15 The Chateau Gothic Castle

Chapter 16 The Curse of Frankenstein

Chapter 17 Man of God

Chapter 18 The Alien’s Baby

Chapter 19 The Bad Storm

Chapter 20 Time is Running Out

Chapter 21 Mindy Births Her Alien Baby

Chapter 22 Leo and Karla’s New Cloned Bodies

Chapter 23 I am the Key

Chapter 24 Escape from Sure Death

Chapter 25 I’m on Death Row

Chapter 26 The Trial of the Century

Chapter 27 Victor Frankenstein Clones the Great Army

Chapter 28 Resurrections of the Dead

About the Author

Preface

As the author of this book, I have taken this opportunity to present a preview of how the sentences interact with each other. At times there will be a mixing of metaphors and similes. Also, the sequence of events may actually span years swiftly as you read. It is important to know that the composition of this book is mostly in literal conversations that are narrative, descriptive, and foreshadowing of things to come. I have found a literary freedom here, with or without precedent. My intention, however, was to be creative in using words and dialogues that are commonly spoken in the English language. The narrative will change voices quickly, moving from the primary person to another person, and then back to the leading person. Also, the ghost narrator will describe actions that occur unseen elsewhere. I have jokingly referred to this as Gary’s Gumbo Ebonics. Some sentences may not follow the rules or adhere to grammatical standards of reading and writing. Challenge your mind as you read Clonenstein.

By Gary B. Cooke

Chapter 1

Off to School

I woke up with this great expectation today. I will hear whether or not I have been accepted to Harvard University. I thought this day would never come. All through high school, it was my dream to go to Harvard. As I awoke, I thought, ‘I have to get out of this bed. Mamma will be calling me for breakfast soon.’ Mamma talks with the old, country, European accent, and there she is, calling me. Gary Enstein, get up, breakfast is ready.

I’m getting up, I cried.

We did not have a lot of money, but we had a lot of love. Mamma would kiss me on my forehead every morning at breakfast. One day, I asked her, Ma, why do you kiss me on my forehead every morning at breakfast? I’m not a kid anymore. I’m sixteen years old.

She looked at me with a tear in her eye as she said, All I have is love to give you. I give you power through love to succeed in life. You will be a great man one day. I know you will make me proud. Then she looked into both of my eyes and said, You, Gary Enstein, are my gift to the world.

On that morning, sitting at the kitchen table, I felt so much love that I cried as she stood by my side holding me. My mother then said, Promise me you will do something so great that the world will remember the name Enstein.

I said, I will, Mamma. I will make you proud.

As I wiped my eyes, I could see clearly that my power was in my mother’s love. Even though I was raised without my father, who had been killed in Desert Storm, my mother would not let me forget him. She would say, Gary, you are just like your father. He was a brilliant man.

Right then the phone rang at the same time the doorbell rang. Mamma said, You get the door, and I’ll answer the phone.

The doorbell rang again. I called out, I’m coming. I looked through the curtains covering the stained glass on the door, and I could see the mailman standing there. I hurriedly opened the door, and to my surprise, the mailman was actually a beautiful mail woman with a long brown ponytail at the back of her hat.

Sign here, she said. I signed as I kept looking in her big brown eyes with a smile on my face. Then, she handed me the letter from Harvard University.

I couldn’t move, so I cried out, Ma! She didn’t hear me because she was still on the phone. I said to myself, ‘I can’t lean on my mother every time I’m scared, so I will open this letter and see what news—good or bad—I have from Harvard University.’ It read:

Dear Gary Enstein,

We have reviewed all of your school transcript records, and we are proud to say that you have been accepted at Harvard University.

I did not need to read any more. I screamed out loud, Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, the joy that filled my soul.

Mother came running and said, What is it?

Mamma, I have been accepted at Harvard University.

She said, My baby, my baby. Mamma hugged and kissed me and then went back in the house and fell on her knees and started to thank God. I thought I had to do something to get this pressure off of me or else I would burst. All of a sudden, the air was full of music. A big black guy was coming down the street in a hoopty car with two large speakers in his open trunk playing loud music. I felt so good that my feet started dancing. The spirit of Fred Astaire fell on me, and I started dancing all over the porch. People stopped their cars. The school kids on their way home stopped walking and watched me dance. Other people came out of their houses to see what was going on. I was possessed by a dancing demon.

The big black guy got out of his hoopty car and said with a deep and loud voice, What the hell … Go, white boy! Go! I heard young girls screaming. It was as if that black guy gave me the rite of passage to get down with it. My eyes rolled up in my head as I hit the floor and started break dancing. I spun like a top as I kicked and twisted my body. I jumped back onto my feet and humped four times in the open air. One young girl dropped her school books and fainted back into the arms of some guy as he looked at me with his mouth wide open. My top lip turned upward to my nose; my head twisted to the side, and I was doing the James Brown. I turned three times fast. I went down into the splits, jumped back up on my toes, fell into the head and shoulders goose moon walk, and then I hit the floor again. My body was twisting fast with my feet still up in the air as I came to a dead stop, and everyone screamed. I stood up on my feet, and I looked out to the street that was full of people looking at me. I picked up my glasses, and, with my letter in my hand, I went back into the house and sat down at the kitchen table.

Right then, as I was looking at my letter from Harvard, the phone rang and Mamma answered it. Hello, she said. Oh, hi Marvin. How are you doing? It was my best friend, Marvin Cooke. He was a tall, good-looking, black guy; his father had nicknamed him Marvelous. Then Mamma said, It’s for you, Gary.

I answered the phone, Hey man, but my best friend was not so jovial.

Gary, did you get your letter from Harvard University?

Yes, I did. I could tell something was wrong with him, he sounded as if he was mad.

He asked me, What did they say?

Well, I was accepted at Harvard.

There was a pause of five seconds. He said, I was not accepted at Harvard, but three other universities have accepted me. I will choose one of them. Gary, good luck, and he hung up.

I said to myself, ‘Oh no, not Marvin! He didn’t make it!’ I thought of Karla, We three had applied to Harvard at the same time. I needed to call her and see if she had some good news.

The phone was just ringing and ringing. Finally, her mother answered the phone, Hello? I said, Hi, Mrs. Flenory, it’s me, Gary Enstein.

Oh, hi Gary. How is your mother these days?

Mom is not as well as she should be, Mrs. Flenory. She has this cough, and she won’t go to a doctor and see about it. I’m really worried about her.

Gary, you tell your mother I’m going to come and see her.

Okay, Mrs. Flenory, my mother would like that. Is Karla home?

She said, Yes, but she can’t answer the phone right now. At that time, I could hear crying in the background. I knew then that she was not accepted at Harvard.

I said, Okay, Mrs. Flenory I’ll call back. I sat there at the kitchen table and thought, "How we three had made a pact that we would go to Harvard together." My two best friends whom I loved, Marvin Cooke and Karla Flenory, would not be with me. I felt as though I had let them down. If only I had studied with them, maybe I could have helped them. I fell back in my chair and dropped my head into my hands and said, Oh, my God. I looked over at the door, and Mamma was standing there. I said, Ma.

I heard, Gary, she said, Son, you will find in life that sometimes you have to go alone. All I could do was shake my head up and down yes. This was a long, hot summer. Well, it was September, and school was starting. With a hug and a big kiss from Mamma, off to school I went.

My brain was hungry for knowledge. I was like a sponge; I needed to know more and more. I studied chemistry, anatomy, biology, and forensic science. I was getting closer to a breakthrough in the theory of the genetic code of DNA hemoglobin. I worked long hours after school in the laboratory. I needed to know the science of man’s creation.

Five years later.

In the morning, as I was sitting in class on a sunny day, the teacher called my name out. Enstein, come here and explain the theory of DNA.

I looked up and said, Who, me?

Yes, you Enstein. Come on up here in front of the class.

I usually preferred being by myself and working alone, so I slowly got out of my seat, walked to the front of the classroom, and turned around. All eyes were fixed on me. I scratched my head, and after clearing my throat, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, Well, hmm, ahh … A roaring laughter went all over the classroom. Right then, I heard my mother say, Gary Enstein, make me proud. My head lifted up, and then I began to speak. DNA is the biochemical basis of heredity. That is to say, it is the chemical composition of genes on chromosomes. It carries the genetic information, consisting of codons of RNA that determine the specific amino acid sequence in proteins. DNA is the acronym for deoxyribonucleic acid. DNA is a nucleic acid consisting of a chain of nucleotides that contain the sugar deoxyribose and several nitrogenous bases. This molecular basis of heredity is localized in the cell’s nucleus. It is constructed of a double helix held together by hydrogen bonds between purine and pyrimidine bases, which project inward from two chains containing alternate links of deoxyribose and phosphate.

As I spoke, everyone in the class looked on with amazement. These molecules transmit genetic information to the cell. RNA, which is the acronym for ribonucleic acid, also is an essential component, and it is associated with the control of cellular chemical activities. It is a messenger, one of the carriers of genetic information from the nuclear DNA cell, which is of importance in the synthesis in cells.

I stopped talking and I came to myself, and I looked out over the classroom. The whole class was in shock. The professor looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. The professor said, Class is over for today. No one could add to that review. One of my classmates said, Enstein, you’re the man. Not even the professor can correct you. I walked out with my head down, as I could feel the many eyes on me.

The next day, I was in my laboratory class. It was raining hard outside with some lightning and thundering. This was a dark day; everyone was gone for the day. As I looked in the microscope, I could see the invisible, microscopic world—it is very much there and alive. I looked out the window as the lightning went across the sky. The more I looked in the microscope, the more I understood. I said to myself, "All of this is a master plan for life." I knew that all life of its own kind came from the microscopic world. There must have been a genetic code to life. I thought, ‘This can go far past just cloning. I could make new bodies for men to live in and have a new life. Then I could one day say, like God said,’ "Let us make man!"

But in order to understand life, I needed to understand the microscopic world of DNA. I will break the code of DNA, and I will clone a man. I looked out the window. Lightning and thunder were going off at the same time. I thought, ‘There must be a God somewhere; this didn’t just happen on its own, there is too much order.’

The next morning was Saturday. Thank God there would be no school. ‘What will I do today?’ I thought. ‘I know! I’ll call my mother.’ When I called, the phone rang and rang and rang. Just as I was going to hang up, I heard a faint voice say, Hello?

Ma, hi, it’s me.

Who?

It’s me, your son, Gary.

When Ma knew it was me, her voice picked up as she said, My baby, my baby.

Ma, are you all right?

As she tried to hold back from coughing, she said. I’m okay, son.

Ma, you need to see a doctor. That cough doesn’t sound good.

Son, tell me how is my baby doing?

Ma, you won’t believe this. I made the dean’s list!

I believe it. You’re just like your father and his people. Mamma started to cough again and again. She caught her breath and said, You know, Karla Flenory came by to see me.

Oh, she did? What did she want? I asked.

Ma said, Yes, she looks so good. She’s not little, skinny Karla anymore, son. Oh yes, I gave her your address. She made me give it to her.

Ma, I have not seen Karla in over five years.

How old is Karla now, son?

Let me see, Ma. I’m twenty one- now, and I’m one year older than Karla.

Ma said, She is twenty, and just right for you.

She’s just right for me? Ma, what are you talking about? Karla is just my friend, and that is all.

Son, friends make the best lovers.

Ma, what are you talking about?

Well son, I hate to tell you this, but both of Karla’s parents died six months apart. She had to come home, and she quit school to raise her younger brother and her little sister.

Oh Ma no; not the Flenory’s!

Well, son, I have to go. Rosa Jane is here. We’re going shopping today.

Okay, Mamma. Tell Miss Rosa Jane I said hello, and you two have a good time shopping.

I love you, son.

A knot came up in my throat as I said, I love you too, Ma, and we hung up the phone. I thought to myself, ‘I miss her; she is all I’ve got in this world that is close to me.’ I went to my mailbox, and, to my surprise, there was a letter from Karla Flenory. I put it in my pocket. ‘I’ll read it later after I eat breakfast,’ I thought, ‘I’ll go to the park and read it sitting under a tree.’

It was a hot afternoon at the park when I found a good, shaded tree. I sat down under an old oak tree and opened my letter from Karla. It read:

Dear Gary Enstein,

How is life treating you? I hope all is well with you. When I went to see your mother, she made me take your address. Gary, your mother looked under-eyed at me with her big brown eyes, and you know she talks with that old, country, European accent. She said to me, ‘Karla, Gary don’t have a girlfriend.’ She made me laugh so hard I cried. I don’t know why she would tell me something like that—you don’t have a girlfriend. Do you know why she would say that to me? Do you want some good advice, Gary? Stay by yourself as long as you can. But when the right person comes along, let her know the day you fall in love with her. It is hard to love someone when they don’t know you’re in love with them. Gary, I have known a person who was in love when she was in high school with a young man, and now she doesn’t know how to tell him that she is in love with him. He just looks at her as a friend. Write me back, and tell me what she should do. Well, Gary, I have some bad news. Gary, my father died, and my mother grieved herself to death. Now they are both gone, and I have to put off my schooling until my brother and little sister can get out on their own. Oh, well, write me, and tell me how is Harvard. Gary, I gave your mother my phone number. Call me, please, okay? I have to go now. I hope to see you when you come home. It’s been five long years.

Love always,

Karla

"Hmm, Mamma said Karla made her give her my address." I laughed so hard my jaws started to hurt. I’m going to have a long talk with Mamma.

As I sat under that tree, I said, God, I know you’re out there somewhere. Please help my friend Karla, and help her friend to tell this guy that she is in love with him.

Chapter 2

Shannon Meets Gary

The next morning, which was Sunday, I was eating breakfast, and two ladies were sitting across from me. I could see them looking at me. One of the young ladies got up, came over to my table, and introduced herself. She said, Hi, my name is Shannon.

I stopped eating, raised my head, and looked up at her. I thought to myself, "My goodness, she’s good-looking." I hurried and wiped my mouth, cleared my throat, and said,

My name is Gary … but before I could say my last name, she said, I know, Gary Enstein.

Please, Shannon, have a seat. I asked her, Where do you know me from?

I’m in your biology science class. I was there when you gave your thesis on DNA. It was brilliantly done.

Her friend said to her as she was leaving, Shannon, call me later.

Okay, Jasmine, I’ll call you later, Shannon replied.

After that, we went on talking, and before long, four hours was gone. Shannon said, I have to go now. I would like to see you again, Gary. Maybe we can go out dancing.

Okay, but I’m not a good dancer.

I’ll teach you. It was not what she said, but it was the way she looked into both of my eyes and said that she would teach me that caused fear to go all over my body. She gave me her phone number, and I nervously gave her mine. She got up and started to walk out of the restaurant. Now I could get a good look at her body as she was walking away—her pretty legs and dark stockings, wearing high heel shoes. Her long hair was pulled up, and she had on a short, red shirt with a white, busty, filled-out blouse. Every man in the whole place had to look at that girl walk out the door; she really has a backside on her. Shannon was drop-dead gorgeously good liking.

In class the next morning, I looked for Shannon, but she was not there. It had been nice talking to her. ‘Oh well, I thought, back to my schoolwork.’

The days were long and hot. I needed to get a job, because my student loans were not enough. I went to the Red Cross for a job, and they hired me part-time in the laboratory, checking out blood cells. I worked there for six months. In the daytime, I went to school, and in the evenings, I went to work. People were giving blood. My job was to check the blood for infectious diseases. I enjoyed my work. I could still look into a microscope at DNA. I stayed two hours after work in the laboratory looking at all the different types of blood.

The next day, back at school, a man came into the classroom and asked the teacher if he could speak to a Gary Enstein. There he is … in the front row, the teacher said.

He came over to me and said, Are you Gary Enstein?

I looked up and said, Yes, can I help you?

I have a great offer for you. Let’s go out into the hallway and talk.

I looked at him kind of sideways before saying, Okay, let’s go.

Well, Gary, I work for the city morgue. I’m the director, and we need someone who’s studying to become a medical doctor.

I’ve never worked with dead people before. I don’t think I can help you.

He moved his face close to mine and said, Gary, life and death go hand in hand. When you become an autopsy doctor, you learn more about the human body while working on the dead than you can ever learn working on the living, and the good thing is if you make a mistake, you won’t kill anyone. He smiled, and I laughed.

Why did you come to me? I asked.

You’re at the top of your class. We need the best.

What will I have to do if I take this job?

Well, Gary, we will train you in the field of autopsy. The pay is good with great benefits and a paid vacation. Gary, take my card. When school is out in two weeks for the summer, come see me, and we’ll get you started. We stood up and shook hands.

Two weeks later, I was in the lab at school on the last day before summer break, and someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes and said, Who is it?

I knew who it was. I could tell by her voice that it was Shannon. I said, I hope it is that bimbo I saw earlier today. That girl looked so good to me.

She turned me around and caught me in my collar, pulling my face close to her face, and said. Do you like bimbos?

As I looked in both of her big hazel eyes I said, No.

Shannon said, Tell me what do you like then.

With her face even closer to mine, I said, I like you, and we kissed for so long that we both had to stop to catch our breath. Oh, that kiss almost killed both of us. Gary why did you kiss and hold me like that, am I your girlfriend now?

Shannon I… don’t know what came over me, I never felt that before. Are you my girlfriend?

Gary you don’t know? We better wait until you know what I am to you. As she gave me a funny sideways look of wonder.

Shannon said, We’re going out and partying tonight. This is the last day of school before the summer break. I looked at her and said.

"That’s okay with me, but I’ll