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with fear and ran away quite fast.
On the next block they saw an old man holding up a hand written sign that read, “The Day of Judgment is N igh!”
“He’s part of a spiritual group that lives around here.” Seeing that Wolf looked puzzled she added that in Genetica they took smart drugs to get euphoric. In the Fringes some people had spiritual experiences and felt better.
Wolf seemed bewildered as Genetica had no beggars or spiritual groups.
The old man looked intensely at them and especially at Wolf and continued muttering, “He is a voice shouting in the wilderness; prepare a pathway for the Lord’s coming; make a straight road for him.” He stopped suddenly when the significance of his words seemed to shock him. He kept looking at Wolf . He gasped then shouted, “The messenger is here! The messenger is here!” He ran shouting down the street, “The Messiah is coming soon.”
Wolf was mesmerized by this display but Mario and Lilydeen were worried.
“Come on let’s move,” she said. “A crowd might build up thinking you’re here to take them to the sea.”
They kept walking. They wer e now very close to the underground railway tunnel that was their rendezvous point.
All of a sudden out of nowhere they were accosted by a gang of unruly scruffy teens. They were a multicultural mix featuring dark, yellow, brown and white complexions. They spotted tee shirts torn at the sleeves, caps and various tattoos of whose origins he did not know. He sensed that they were logos and symbols of sports teams, singers, movie actors and corporations of a long lost time. One had a sign called Facebook . These gangs found vigor in the past. It seemed to give meaning to their present lives.
“Look who we have here!” a burly muscular teen in a vest and blue tights said looking at Wolf. He seemed to be the leader of the pack.
They all looked at him with great admirat ion. They could see that his blond hair, blue eyes, handsome face and well honed body were perfectly designed.
“Look guys, he’s helping us against them . Don’t do this!” Mario shouted.
“Let us go,” she said.
Although they could easily beat them, they were trained to avoid confrontation unless it was absolutely necessary.
“We’ve no quarrel with you guys. You can both go. We just want him.” The leader seemed to salivate at his new found prize. “This hombie is mine.”
There were murmurs of disapproval from the rest of the group. This was a rare find that had come to them from Genetica and surely they could all share in this booty. It was too much for one person.
A burly youth standing close to Lilydeen sniffed at her. “You from there too?”
S he swung her hand so fast in a karate chop over his neck and kicked him in the posterior.
“Guys have you no shame. He is not an animal!” Mario pleaded.
“He’s not one of us,” said a sensitive looking youth with a carrot top haircut and ear rings around his neck and ears. He was implying that Wolf was not human since he was a clone. “You’re not bad looking either,” he said to Mario.
“We should harvest him,” a pimply faced youth with blotched skin and frisky cat like eyes said to murmurs of approval from the others. He was pleased that his suggestion was a popular one. His mouth was drooling.
They had heard fabulous stories of Geneticans having all night parties and orgies with individuals who looked like celebrities. Good luck had smiled on them by gifting them with this fine specimen. Even his blood could be sold as an immunizer against diseases.
A nother youth said, “Won’t we make more if we offer him back to the glass dome people?”
Before others could ponder this economically sound suggestion, the leader swung a left hook to his jaw that sent him reeling.
The leader came forward touching Wolf on the cheeks with trembling hands. He was not aware that Wolf was trained to react instinctively to signs of danger.
The move was so fast that the leader did not
On the next block they saw an old man holding up a hand written sign that read, “The Day of Judgment is N igh!”
“He’s part of a spiritual group that lives around here.” Seeing that Wolf looked puzzled she added that in Genetica they took smart drugs to get euphoric. In the Fringes some people had spiritual experiences and felt better.
Wolf seemed bewildered as Genetica had no beggars or spiritual groups.
The old man looked intensely at them and especially at Wolf and continued muttering, “He is a voice shouting in the wilderness; prepare a pathway for the Lord’s coming; make a straight road for him.” He stopped suddenly when the significance of his words seemed to shock him. He kept looking at Wolf . He gasped then shouted, “The messenger is here! The messenger is here!” He ran shouting down the street, “The Messiah is coming soon.”
Wolf was mesmerized by this display but Mario and Lilydeen were worried.
“Come on let’s move,” she said. “A crowd might build up thinking you’re here to take them to the sea.”
They kept walking. They wer e now very close to the underground railway tunnel that was their rendezvous point.
All of a sudden out of nowhere they were accosted by a gang of unruly scruffy teens. They were a multicultural mix featuring dark, yellow, brown and white complexions. They spotted tee shirts torn at the sleeves, caps and various tattoos of whose origins he did not know. He sensed that they were logos and symbols of sports teams, singers, movie actors and corporations of a long lost time. One had a sign called Facebook . These gangs found vigor in the past. It seemed to give meaning to their present lives.
“Look who we have here!” a burly muscular teen in a vest and blue tights said looking at Wolf. He seemed to be the leader of the pack.
They all looked at him with great admirat ion. They could see that his blond hair, blue eyes, handsome face and well honed body were perfectly designed.
“Look guys, he’s helping us against them . Don’t do this!” Mario shouted.
“Let us go,” she said.
Although they could easily beat them, they were trained to avoid confrontation unless it was absolutely necessary.
“We’ve no quarrel with you guys. You can both go. We just want him.” The leader seemed to salivate at his new found prize. “This hombie is mine.”
There were murmurs of disapproval from the rest of the group. This was a rare find that had come to them from Genetica and surely they could all share in this booty. It was too much for one person.
A burly youth standing close to Lilydeen sniffed at her. “You from there too?”
S he swung her hand so fast in a karate chop over his neck and kicked him in the posterior.
“Guys have you no shame. He is not an animal!” Mario pleaded.
“He’s not one of us,” said a sensitive looking youth with a carrot top haircut and ear rings around his neck and ears. He was implying that Wolf was not human since he was a clone. “You’re not bad looking either,” he said to Mario.
“We should harvest him,” a pimply faced youth with blotched skin and frisky cat like eyes said to murmurs of approval from the others. He was pleased that his suggestion was a popular one. His mouth was drooling.
They had heard fabulous stories of Geneticans having all night parties and orgies with individuals who looked like celebrities. Good luck had smiled on them by gifting them with this fine specimen. Even his blood could be sold as an immunizer against diseases.
A nother youth said, “Won’t we make more if we offer him back to the glass dome people?”
Before others could ponder this economically sound suggestion, the leader swung a left hook to his jaw that sent him reeling.
The leader came forward touching Wolf on the cheeks with trembling hands. He was not aware that Wolf was trained to react instinctively to signs of danger.
The move was so fast that the leader did not
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