The cloning chambers lit up in beautiful colors. The cloning technicians, The President’s men, were confused by this, but they chose to remain silent. After all, color was forbidden. The cloning technicians waited for Nitsua’s clones to step out of the machine, but they never did. Something had gone wrong with the procedure and no one knew what. The door opened and unscathed, Nitsua stepped out, hiding the gem in a pocket.
His father, The President, was furious. Had there been some sort of machine malfunction? Had Nitsua somehow caused it? Each cloning procedure was costly and time-consuming, and creating clones of his own son had been a complete failure. He declared Nitsua unworthy. “Just go. I don’t want to look at you right now,” his father bellowed.
Nitsua obliged, and as he quickly walked away, he could swear he felt the gem pulsing like a heartbeat. Nitsua had always felt, deep down, that he was a disappointment to his father. And this confirmed it. But something about this confirmation brought the realization that no matter what he did – he would never be “good enough.” This was his father’s problem, not his. A supremely confused, but somehow enlightened Nitsua returned to his fellow Gaylords and recounted the experience. He told them about how when the cloning was supposed to begin, the entire chamber lit up in light, color, and joy. It had been breath-taking, completely unlike the experience other clone-bases had, which he had heard described as severely uncomfortable, nauseating.He pulled the gem from his pocket, and to everyone’s surprise, the colors were even more vivid than before. He set the gem between them and it glowed so brightly The Gaylords shielded their eyes.
That’s when it happened.