a savior is born to you

By Christopher Alan

The ultimate challenge today before humankind is the quest to find the cure for cancer. a savior is born to you is the story of a man that finds the cure. Dr. Less Miller is a once-in-a-century mind, a second-generation research bio scientist that has a state-of-the-art government-funded laboratory. He has an inner belief that finding the cure is his purpose in life, and it takes him around the world on many adventures searching for pieces to the puzzle. He is the rock star of the science community partially for his father's fame as well as for his own accomplishments. When a colleague of his says in a news conference that there will never be a cure for cancer in his own lifetime, Less finds this statement irresponsible and a challenge to himself. His unique mind and today's technology are both necessary for the journey. This cerebral adventure navigates through the science and religious questions of the day. Less's only wish is that he had found the cure in time to save his own mother who died of cancer when he was young.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642143195

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a savior is born to you

Christopher Alan

Copyright © 2018 Christopher Alan

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64214-318-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64214-319-5 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

1

We have assumed rather casually that the progress of science is bound to mean the improvement of life.

—Glenn Tinder

He sat on his park bench in Chicago’s Millennium Park in perfect equilibrium. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, and he was watching his son sail his new tall mast model R/C sail boat. This was his happy place; nothing is more beautiful than Chicago in the spring time; man and nature moving out of winter’s tedious hibernation. The shrubs and birds like man screaming for the attention of the sun’s warm rays, for the sun is life. Less felt a puff of cold wind and came out of himself in time to see his boy and boat come to life with the wind’s puff. Boy and boat were connected because when the boat comes alive with the wind, the boy showed excitement. For a sail boat does not live without wind, and a boy does not live without his toys.

There were many others in the park enjoying the beginning of spring. His son’s boat, a 52/1 exact replica of an 1800s Man of War was the envy of the pond. There were many other boats in the pond, both sail and motorboats. Less and his son spent all winter building the boat together, and this was its first time it was in the water. This is the exact boat that Less had asked his father for when he was a boy. His father though would not get it for him. Educational gifts were all he would get; and instead of a boat, Less got a chemistry set or a microscope, never a bike or a baseball mitt.

His father, like Less, was a bio research doctor and was stoic to his son. Less would not make the same mistake with his son; he would have everything that he wanted but never got as a child. His son Clark did not even know he wanted a sail boat. One winter evening, Less came home from work with the kit under his arm, after all that is why men have sons so they can buy them all the toys they wanted as a child but never received. The time spent assembling the model was responsible for bringing father and son closer together than ever before. If only Less and his father had become as close as them.

Less remembered when he told his father that he wanted to be a baseball player and that is why he wanted a mitt for his birthday. He wanted to try out for the little league team. The response from his father was that he could get hurt without any reasoning. He did not raise his son to play a game; he raised him to be a doctor to be socially responsible. His father did not understand grown men playing games as a profession and he often voiced out on this subject. In Less’s fathers world, there would not be any professional athletes. His logic was why play as a child and become good at something that would have no benefit to Less as an adult. Less was in charge now and he will raise his son differently than he was raised. Sitting on the park bench, his face started to flush. Whenever he thinks of his father and their relationship, it brings up all these bad feelings. Less forced his mind out of thoughts of his father and checked on his son.

Once in a while a turtle would pop its head out of the water’s surface to get a quick breath then dive before a speeding boat would crisscross overhead. This spring day smelled still like winter, crisp and clean, unlike the summer city smells still to come. On those hot summer days, trash dumpsters are not visible but could be smelled from blocks. The white noise of the city traffic could be heard in the background. Less thought of one of his colleagues’ comments to the press that there would never be a cure for AIDS during his lifetime. The scientist had no right to make this irresponsible statement to the public. It was wrong to make that view public. Although many scientists working on AIDS shared the same opinions, the highly competitive flawed business of funding the research labs would be hurt. Why would taxpayers grant money through their government officials if there were no cure in the near future? Less had one of the best financed cancer research facilities in the country and he did not want this to dry up. He had dedicated his life to the pursuit of a cure for cancer but nothing would happen without the funding. He thought of C. S. Lewis’s quote that man would not science his way out of his problems, that man’s solutions to their problems were not scientific but, only through spirituality will man succeed. The search for the cure for cancer has become the search for the meaning of life itself. Less, though, had decided to beat the system. He had come up with another unique way.

The day was getting late, the shadows were getting long and soon they would have to go home and start his son’s homework. His work was more than most children his age; he had his normal school homework plus Less added his own studies. If all went as Less planned by giving his son only thirty minutes of extra work each night, Clark could graduate one year early from high school and get to college faster. Less also oversaw all of his class selections—any course that was not essential to his development as a doctor was not allowed.

It was a nervous moment when they first put the sailboat in the water earlier that afternoon. They both held their breaths praying that it would hold water and not sink. All the hours that they spent building the ship could go down to the bottom of the pond in seconds. They had waited for a special day that was just right for the christening. It was agonizing waiting for the right perfectly calm day. Clark placed it in the water very carefully and Less asked, What’s the ships name, Clark? Clark looked up at his dad and said without hesitation, The Molitokia.

The Molitokia, what does that mean?

I don’t know. I just made it up. Less conceded to the name and the ship floated perfectly.

Less thought of his son’s mother living two thousand miles away in California. How she was missing out on this. She had left them both and had no interest in anything to do with them when she had found out. Less was lecturing at North Western University and Sarah was a student of his, this is how they met. She was twenty years his junior when they met. There was no physical attraction at all, and it was solely a mentoring relationship. He had guided her through college and had found her a job just after she graduated. They enjoyed each other’s company and spent long hours together discussing current medical and social dilemmas. She was much like him: logical in her thoughts, practical in nature. They had stayed in touch for a long time. She was not at all surprised when he proposed to her to have his baby. His reasoning was that he was coming close to the end of his children’s time and he wanted a son. He explained that he could look though the personals and find a surrogate mother but he liked and respected her. They discussed it out practically and came to an agreement. He explained that he had a low sperm count and he would perform in vitro fertilization right in his lab. Less was considered among his peers as a genius in the genetics field. This seemed perfectly logical to her that he would want to pass on his genes.

Sarah moved in with Less and they had a normal couple’s relationship. Sarah got pregnant and Less paid her all kinds of attention. Less was the type of person that spent all his time at the lab. But now that Sarah was pregnant, he was home most of the time. These were happy days for both of them. Sarah did want children as well as a career; this was a great situation, she thought. She had always idolized Less since he was considered the rock star in his profession and was a little honored when he asked her, Will you have my baby? It might have seemed a little unconventional to others, but to two logical scientists, it made sense. They even discussed plans that some time in the future they could get married.

Less sat there on the bench and thought of the pressure that he felt. Not only from his self to succeed, but the pressures of funding his bio research laboratory, to employing his staff, and also the watchdogs groups that were many ever present. He needs to please his father. He had become a doctor just like his father had wanted. It was a family occupation and felt natural but he thought at first he would be different from his father and go into family medicine or surgery. Then as he went through med school, he found that he did not like the personal touch, that he liked the more clinical care. In med school, many of his peers claimed they enjoyed helping people. Less found that he was far from this thinking, the personal touch left him cold. That was for people with no ambitions; why save a few when you can find a cure and save millions. The new world needed new solutions and he wanted to be part of that. Anyway, he did not really like people enough to want to help the individual. It was more of a macro solution he was interested in rather than a micro viewpoint. He wanted his name to be used in the same conversation as Penicillin’s and Pastoral. These conflicting factors led to his decision.

The city’s cathedral sounded it bells bong! . . . bong! . . . the rings went on and on calling to all the sinners within earshot. Reminding the loss of their God. The populous walk here and throw to there and nowhere. Less heard the bells and got their intention. Most time we pay no attention to those bells except when we are thinking of our misdeeds. He sat there with a smirk on his face. People that knew him recognized that small smile that he always had plastered on his face. Some felt it was a secret he held and some felt it was a smile of superiority. Those that did not know Less thought it was a smile of a man with good nature and confidence. Those that knew him wanted to know his secret. How many times as a boy did his father tell him to Get that smirk off your face.

Less looked down at his feet and focused on a small being on the walkway. It was a beautiful monarch butterfly that was squirming on the ground. Hundreds of people in this city would walk past it and not even acknowledge its existence. It was in pain, it was a partial amputee. Its wing was partially bent and it was unable to fly. Its life mission was over. Its short little life. Its life span is the equivalent to a man’s forgotten childhood. How cruel nature was. This little fellow that no one notices is in pain and no one is there to help him. In fact, here is an opportunity for a bird or others to dine on. Nature is cruel but it is neat, nothing is wasted. Less thought of how he would like to dedicate his time to that butterfly and to help him carry out his life’s work of mating and having offspring to carry on his species. It was so simple for that butterfly. His life purpose was so simple. Much has become so complicated to Less. Less’s life was not at all like the butterflies’. Less’s was so much more esoteric. Less thought that he would spend his next few days helping the butterfly, carrying it around, and feeding it and caring for it and trying to find a mate for it to appropriate with. It would be a clear accomplishment in his life. It would be a clear-cut right thing to do, whereas in his life so few things are clear-cut. For a brief second, Less had a new mission, a new purpose it made him smile that it was so simple he might be responsible for saving the Monarchs species from extinction. By caring for this one butterfly, he could make the difference to the whole species, but then he thought he might harm the species. This inferred little fellow might be a bad specimen of its race. He might be counted out for a reason and to aid him and his life journey might be a detriment to all Monarchs. Something so simple had just gotten complicated; it was the same decision all over again. It always went full circle to the same point. Manipulate or to stay out of it and let nature take its course. Less’s attention turned toward his son on the pond’s bank, and the little struggling insect was forgotten.

It felt so good to be outside after the long cold winter. There were many people in the park enjoying being outdoor after the claustrophobic winter. Less razed his face to the sun to get the full effect of its beams. He was the golden boy growing up; the only child, his mother doted over him which made up for the his father’s lack of attention. Less could do no wrong on his mother’s eyes and could do no right in his father’s. Everything went his way and he excelled in everything he did. His last name was synonymous with science and at first it opened a lot of doors. His father was a minor celebrity in the medical world. He championed many medical articles and theories. His father had many awards and degrees on his office wall for many medical discoveries. Research science was a family business and Less walked right in to full stride. Less wanted his name zenith because of his contribution, not his father’s. He wanted to surpass his father’s minor accomplishments. Now it’s just like being hungry all the time and there’s nothing you can ever do about it.

Less’s mother was the old school Roman Catholic and she raise him to be a Christian. She was a private Catholic school girl from grade school though college. She was gentile and sensitive and Less loved her and was more like her than his father. His best memories were every Sunday morning mother and son would attend mass without father. His mother would try to make it a special day by taking him out to brunch afterward and a walk in the park. It was their alone time together and it was special. Less did not like to admit that he was any part of his father. His father was uncommitted in his religious beliefs and Less privately believe that he was atheist. Less thought that his father did not admit to it out of respect for his mother. His father was a pure scientist and believed in facts and proof. For him to rely on faith was agent his nature. He never heard his father mention any religion.

Less was relieved that his mother was no longer alive; he did not believe that she would understand what he had done. It would have hurt her to the core. And he was sure what the Vatican’s opinion would be. Less searched through the Bible for any story that related to his situation. The only story in the Bible that touched on this solution was Adam and Eve and that is far out of human comprehension. On the other hand, he knew that his father would support him and this was the irony.

Less’s father was the old school doctor, he kept his life’s work notes in a personal notebook that was encrypted. His coworkers could not read his encryption, and when he was hospitalized for a stroke and was partially catatonic, they visited him to ask about his inscription, but Less did not understand. Many of the doctors from his father’s time did the same. Much knowledge was lost over the generations by this archaic practice. Because of the large egos that all of the scientist had. Their discoveries were their own property and not the property of the collective good. That was the old way; Less had thought up a new age solution to this old system for it was Shakespeare that said that man must endure his demise. And Clark would be the recipient to his knowledge because Clark was not Less’s son but his clone. Less had successfully cloned himself as an embryo and Sarah carried him to birth, so that Clark would finish Less’s life’s work. Less had discovered how to live forever.

A cold evening wind pushed through and woke Less out of his thoughts. He got off the park bench and walked over to Clark, in the process unknowingly stepping on the butterfly by his feet. Clark looked sad because he knew by this gesture it was time to leave. He tried to protest but he knew it was no use. He sailed the Man of War to their near shore from the distant shore and Less picked up the boat. It was so big that it was a struggle to carry. A short walk through the park and across the street’s busy intersection and they were home at their luxurious city apartment building.

2

Less decided it was take your child to work day. So Less asked Clark when he woke him up. Would you like to go to school today or go to the lab with me? Clark liked the trips to the lab, the added bonus of skipping school was not too bad either. He was a normal six-year-old boy, his interests were in sports and toys. He showed interest in many subjects and he excelled in school. He showed no signs as to knowing he was not a normal boy. His intelligence was very high for a boy his age as Less’s was at the same age. No one ever suspected that he was not Less’s son. He was a carbon copy of what Less looked like at that age. It was an odd experience for Less to be reliving his childhood while watching Clark age. Clark was not a needy little boy, he could entertain himself finding his own interest in his surroundings. He showed like Less at that age a propensity not to seek out human contact, not to need to be in the group, more the lone wolf prowling the prairie solo in such of game. Many people commented on how much father and son looked so much alike. When they say that, Less always gets nervous and breaks out in a mild flop sweet. Do they know? When will the secret get out?

They left their building and walked a block though the bustling morning pedestrian traffic to their favorite diner for breakfast. The city was alive once again after the nights rest; the population was now recharged with new energies from the night’s sleep. People walked with purpose in all different directions much like humanity itself. Driven by their own pursuits, their own interests like plants’ roots underground branching out to look for sustenance. What matters to one individual was unimportant to another, this is the human condition in practice. The importance of finding purpose. The narcissism of the city dwellers. This is why for good or bad man has built up so much progress, has accomplished much. Man had many interest and for that reason man was going in all different directions not like ants not like bees all pushing in the same direction for the good of building a hive, man saw separate pursuits and interests unlike all the animal world. Darwin did not address this anomaly, man is different than the animal or insect world. Not of a singular mind but of a collection of minds that created one larger massive existence. The accumulation of all the mind’s branching out looking for a solution to the survival question, it is said that it takes three generations for a family to make an artist. One to support with hard work and send the next generation to collage so that they can become educated to support the next generation so they can become artists. But maybe it is not to become an artist maybe it is to become a free thinker to look at life and its questions in a different light, a different direction. For that is what art attempts: free thought, man trying to express the human consciousness itself. Why is it that monkeys do not draw pictures? They have hands, they have minds. Darwin had no answer to this. Why is every generation of art different from its predecessors, and if modern art is so abstract now what will the future of art hold? Can it become any more abstract; modern? It would be sad to think of art as having nowhere else to go. Is this the furthest that art can explore and expand the human condition; has man gone as far as he can go in that direction? No, thought Less, humans can always go further, man like the universe is in a state of expanding infinity and he needs to prove that.

They sat at a table in the diner by the wall of windows looking out on the bustle and Less opened up the Chicago Herald. Their favorite pretty waitress Shelly brought Less his morning coffee and Clark a glass of milk without request. Less ignored Clark and read the day’s news while Clark looked out the window at the passersby. When Shelly had put down their drink and said morning greetings, Less ordered his soft boiled eggs and toast and Clark asked her for a bowl of cereal. Less stopped reading for a second to hear Clark ordered the Captains Crunch, the same cereal that he craved when he was a boy. Less thought to himself how odd the human animal is, that Clarke had so many habits that Less had at that age. Less made a mental note to write an entry in his digital journal on Clark’s development and habits. Less’s little science experiment. Less read in the paper that the politicians were trying to tackle universal health care reform again. This is the field were Less made his living so he was naturally interested and had many opinions. This was a subject near to the hearts of many of the populace’s lives and the politicians were messing with it and many felt they were messing it up. He also knew that the countries in the world where the people were most happy were in countries that had universal health care. Less handed the comics insert over to Clark for him to read without him even asking for it. Clark was fidgeting and it was getting on Less’s nerves. When Less was young, he always enjoyed reading the comics.

Shelley was busy with the morning cleanup after the big rush but she made time as they waited for their order to come over to the table and talk to the two. She had over the past years that she work at the diner become familiar with Less and Clark and felt comfortable to stop her hectic work and talk to them. Her maternal instants kicked in and she enjoyed talking to Clark of his school and interest and they enjoyed the time talking to her. She was married but had not had children yet revealing in past conversations. She was young, in her early thirties, and although married, had not been financially secure enough to have children yet. Although she was married she never spoke about her husband. Less took that as her not being completely set on her being married to him for a life time. He got an inkling she was still searching for the one. Her cuddling up to Clark told him that she had a maternal need and she felt her time was passing. She had expressed in past conversations that when Less told her that Clark’s mother was gone and wanted nothing to do with her son, she expressed outrage and scorn, of course this conversation took place one day when Less was there at the diner without Clark. She expressed how could any mother ever behave that way, she couldn’t understand. Shelly was an attractive girl, but for Less, she was under educated and a brainwashed Midwest Baptist girl. A little too simple for him but still she had that attractiveness that would ignite any man. Less was a great catch for any woman and he knew it and there were times when Shelly showed her interest but Less played it cool, he felt it was an aphrodisiac to a beautiful woman when a confident man played indifferent. Less was sure that she received many proposals and invitations throughout her day from needy men coming though the diner. Less never gave the impression of being anything other than confident or comfortable with his place. He accepted all her advances as a mid-western politeness.

After breakfast, they took a short taxi ride to the medical research laboratory that Less had built over many years. He was very proud of his laboratory, all the time spent filling out government paperwork demands and flying to Washington to testify before committees were all worthwhile. The lab was a hackshop for scientists interested in the cutting-edge scientific exploration. The lab was well laid out; it was the state of the art for the industry. You entered the stand-alone office building with no signage on the exterior except the address in bold metallic lettering. The gray building could have housed any business and it exemplified the saying you cannot judge a book by its cover. The lobby had some stainless steel chairs, a matching desk with twenty-four-hour security guard behind it with a door next to the desk the entrance to the lab. The lobby was the style of modern nondescript standard office building. Some contemporary large cubic modern pictures and a metal detector were the only other objects in the lobby. It was designed so that there would not be any reason for loitering if you did not have specific business for being there. The stand-alone guard was not an ordinary person filling his time and pockets in a job he did not care for. Less was very specific when he hired a security manager. He weighed the applicants seriously and vented them to find a person that was serious and he hired only the best of the best. All the guards were serious individuals. He worked closely with his selected security manager Ralph Bouware on all decisions pertaining to the lab’s security.

Ralph was a marine, a war veteran in a background of special ops from both Desert Storm and the Iraqi war. He also spent time with the CIA in multiple jobs he could not tell Less about during his job interview. He was a great asset to have on board and Less felt fortunate. Although Less was the president of the corporation and all the guards knew it, he still followed all security protocols. He went to the desk and handed the guard his security pass and signed in his guest and was given a guest pass for Clark. Less emptied his pockets placing the contents into wicker bowl and walked through the metal detector on his way to the laboratory’s entrance. Clark closely followed and set off the detector, he had a surprised look on his face. Less and the security guard smiled at each other knowing that Clark did this every time on purpose. Less slid in his card for his guest and Clark walked into the one-person air lock; Less closed the door behind him. The outer door needed to be shut for the inner door to unlock and open automatically. While inside the small room a little larger than a phone booth waiting for the inner door to open you hear a light puff of air and a rapid flash of light. The sanitizing system omitted a scent of lemons and a millisecond of a red light flash. It was a literal air shower that cleansed you even better microbial then an H2O shower. The air lock also had a quiet vacuum system for creating a negative environment. Less followed and shortly they were in the inner lobby to the administrative offices where Less’s office is located. Straight through the offices led to the labs and to the second air lock. A staircase down a hall to the left gave access to the second floor of the buildings and apartments used by personnel if they worked around the clock. All the decor after the building’s entrance lobby was opulent. They were decorated in a style of a European eighteenth century palace. A feeling of roué indulgence, a feeling of decadence. Bold royal colors and furniture with gildings. They were greeted by Less’s secretary, a young, pleasant professional. She was a recent hire. No one stayed employed long at the lab except a few chosen key persons. Less did not like many people staying too long, the turnover was high. He was afraid of people in his life becoming too familiar with him and Clark and discovering his secret. Less introduced his secretary to Clark and she greeted him condescendingly and made a comment that he was such a beautiful boy just like his father. Less ignored the comment as obligatory social niceties. Then she went on to say how father and son looked so much alike. Less smiled to himself for he knew that he would hear that same comment several times this day. Anyway, it was just mindless compliments. The similarity was also enhanced by the fact that Less usually dressed Clark and his style of clothes was really Less’s style. The morning would start out with the two getting dressed, and as they were about to leave the apartment, Less would look Clark over to see if he was appropriate for the outing. If it were a regular school day, Clark wore his school uniform. But if it were not school or the park, Less was critical and redressed Clark. Less liked his fashion and liked to be a little better dressed than the average man. He always likes to be a little overdressed than to be underdressed. He was conservative not flamboyant in his appearance and often took his tie off to make a situation less formal. It was not important for him to be fashion forward but he wanted to be the best dressed person in the room with design like materials and style. He was conservative in prints the colors and textures were better than your average dresser, looked fashionable without looking like you care. He would often be walking through the city and see a manikin in a window of a high-end clothier going inside the store and purchase that exact outfit on the spot.

Less introduced Clark to everyone who was in their offices facing the inner lobby. He left him chatting with Sandy, his secretary, while he checked on his morning messages at his desk. After making mental notes onto his messages board, he collected Clark and they move over to the lab part of the building. The lab was Less’s pride, designed by him. Less’s large office window overlooked the labs entrances so that he could see through the glass wall anyone coming and going. Past the offices, there was another security air lock that led to the high-security laboratories. The lab was the place where the real work took place in all forms of the latest medical research. They passed through the second security lock by entering a thumbprint into the scanner and entered the lab that was already active this morning. Today, Less was arriving at work late, and the lab was already in full swing; but many days he arrived when there was just a security guard at the twenty-four-hour desk and it was still dark outside. The lab was a twenty-four-hour workplace and there were many times when scientist were working on tests that need to be attended or watched round the clock. Less showed Clark around and said hello to his lab technicians. The only employees that had been there for a long time were some of the doctors and senior lab technicians. Less left Clark in the company of one of the techs who was showing him what he was working on. Less brought Clark to the lab once a month, not as a field trip but as a learning experience. He wanted him to know everything about the lab and what they were working on. He would on these outings bring him around to all of the doctors, and he expected the doctors to spend some time with him going over their work. Less believed that one day, Clark would be in charge of the lab. Clark was left talking to one of the doctors that was Less’s longtime friend. Less walked over to a computer at an independent station and logged on to his account to do some work. Less overheard their conversation from where he was standing. The doctor said to Clark:

Did you hear that in Ireland they have successfully cloned a goat? The doctor said this to Clark in order to try to grab his interest. Cloning was the popular new topic in the science world, and the doctor thought this would interest Clark, as opposed to what he was doing, which was boring and tedious genotyping. The doctor said, Do you know that we have right here in this lab the equipment to perform cloning? Clark smiled and showed his excitement and said, Show me how to do the cloning. Less was getting anxious and it made him think of Clark’s mother and how he performed the cloning and fertilization on her.

Less thought back to when Clark was three and he was at work; he got an emergency call from an excited Sarah saying that she had to call an ambulance to their apartment, that Clark was having trouble breathing and he was turning blue. They were on their way to the emergency room. Less rushed to the hospital in a panic. When he got to the hospital, Sarah was there nervously in the waiting room. She said that the emergency room doctors were working on him and she gave Less a round down of his symptoms. Less wanted to call his mother to ask her if he had any similar illness to Clarks when he was his age, but his mother was no longer alive. Then he thought of his father, but he was in a hospice and not always lucid. Less thought of his family doctor who was still an old friend. He put an emergency call to his doctor and explained to him the situation. His doctor called him back ten minutes later after going through Less’s personal medical file and found the answer. Less at the same age as Clark had a genetic condition of a hole in his heart and needed to have an operation to repair it followed by a long hospital stay. Less had very little recollection of his childhood and had forgotten this fact. He rushed into the emergency room and saw five hospital personnel in scrubs standing around Clark in a bewildered manner. A nurse tried to escort him out, but he held his ground and explained to the nurse who he was: a doctor. Then he explained that he was the boy’s father and he knew what was wrong with him. He explained that he had the same thing when he was that age and it was a genetic abnormality. To the doctors around Clark’s bedside, it made perfect sense, it explained everything. So they asked Less to leave and they would check it out. When Less went back to the waiting room, Sarah had a lot of questions for Less because she was starting to become suspicious anyway. It was not just one thing, it was many little occurrences that were starting to add up in her head. Why had not Less ask her if she had any childhood medical problems? Less knew that it was from his side of the genetic pool. She asks him to explain this but he only lied to her and she knew. For a short time in all the excitement at the hospital that day, Less had let down his guard. In the rare moment, she had read him something was up and she would not stop quizzing him until it was out.

As the lab doctor showed Clark the equipment and procedure for cloning, he asked him, "Clark, what do you want to