Saturday, March 13, 2010

Memoir of a Genetic Construct

The tests returned, and they proved definitive.

Yes, as I had long suspected, I was a genetic duplicate created by a secret government project in the late nineteen seventies.

DNA had been taken from Groucho Marx before his death and, after a decade of research, I was created using it.

It explains a lot. I mean, I’ve always been a quirky fellow, and I love to laugh.

But I can’t help think that it robs me of a certain something, like my existence is somehow cheapened by this knowledge.

I suppose it’s true what they say…

…tears of a clone.

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