Jones sat in his cousin's car as they drove along the highway. He pulls a cigarette out from his pack. Next to his two smokes in his pack was the black bic lighter. He pulled out the bic and lit up the smoke in his lips.
“ First time visit to the reserve?”
Jones' older cousin Michael asked.
“Yeah, I never had the chance to meet the ancestors face to face yet.”
Micheal smiled before speaking.
“ Oh, not even the clones that chose to live modern life?”
“ No Can’t tell which are the clones anymore. What is it like out there in the reserve?”
“We cannot bring our outside influence into their ways.”
“What does that mean?”
“ First off, we are not allowed to show them anything of the outside world, these ones choose to live the old ways within the confines of the fenced parameter.”
“What does that even mean?”
“No Insta hoes, no TicToc NPC’s, NO Youtube influencers. In fact leave your technology behind one less thing for me to worry about.”
Jones sat quietly smoking his cigarette as the car drove along the fenced path.
He looked out at the large fence area. It stretched for miles so far that the large fence ran into the distance and out of sight.
“The clones really live here?”
“Yeah they have their own tribes and land areas within the fenced area.”
“How do they monitor them?”
“We have sensors on the fence and cameras set up in the trees. We also have low flying drones to monitor each clone's progress.”
“Each clone's progress?”
“We are studying just how much of the past human DNA is still alive within the subjects. So far the results are astonishing.”
“Oh.. really is the data for Canada?”
“Yes the Clone tribes have begun to build and live in old settlements, This is giving us a rare glimpse, inside the view of the inner workings of early day canada civilizations.”
“Well that's good I guess…. I better get this out of the way then.”
Micheal watched Jones put out his smoke and reach into his jacket pocket for a small joint he rolled. Jones lit up the small joint and puffed.
“Yep smoke all of that, don't want the clones getting ahold of a dropped joint.”
“Why?”
“We don't know the kind of effects the THC would have on the clone Molecular DNA.”
“Do the clones live long?”
“Well that study is still ongoing. Some of the DNA Structure from older burial grounds doesn't last as long as the more recent graves. Resulting in early clone death.”
“Oh I see.. So what are we doing today?”
“We are going in today to check on the Settlements to see how much progress they have made. Also pick up one for modern rehab.”
“Modern rehab?”
“It's a new program, we set up special picked descendant applicants with handpicked clone ancestors. The descendants help the ancestors with understanding modern living.”
“Sounds awesome… so we have to transport the clone dude back to the Saskatchewan clone facility. Who's taking him home?”
Micheal looked over at Jones puffing on his joint.
“Wait, you mean I'm taking home the clone dude?”
“ Yes and you're taking her home to help her learn to live a normal modern everyday life.”
“Micheal….”
“What?”
Micheal said looking at Jones's frustration.
“Nothing, never mind.”
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“No go ahead, Jones, speak up.”
Jones put out the joint he was smoking and sat in his seat looking out the window before replying.
“No It’s ok it’s nothing..”
“Alright man suit yourself I'm just going to keep driving…”
Jones quickly sat back up looking at Michael saying.
“No man its all fucked up!”
“What do you mean, its all fucked up?”
“Dude its straight up fucked bro!”
“Why are you complaining? You said to me you wanted a job.”
“Yeah but not this fucked up shit…. the ancestors Micheal!”
“You're going a little overboard Jones.”
“Overboard, that's a dead person brought back to life…. staying with me in my place.”
“ You will like her.”
“Dude shut the fuck up, what if thats like our great great great great grand mother?”
“Ever sick… you sicko the clone lady is from eastern Canada, We have no relation to her, besides she's 200 years apart anyway eeeee.”
“Fuck your fucked bro.”
Jones said to his cousin who started to laugh at him.
“What… it's clones dude, they aren't real people.”
“That's just it and you want me to bring this clone thing into my home.”
“For 50,000.00 a month?”
Things went quiet in the car momentarily before Jones responded.
“Show me the clone lady.”
Micheal smiled at Jones' response.
“50,000.00 a month that's all you had to say fam.”
“You were the right choice, I know it, I just need you to fill this out before we get there.”
Micheal handed Jones a file folder with documents to sign.
“Dude there's like over 200 pages here?”
“50,000.00.”
Micheal responded and Jones flipped to the back and signed the dotted line.
“Great! welcome aboard Canada's Cloning Association or as we prefer to call ourselves CCA.”
“Sweet, when will I receive payment?”
“You should receive it when we register your accounts at the facility.”
“Right.”
Jones sat back and lit another smoke as the car drove along the massive fence. It was a bright sunny day out in the countryside flat plains. Jones stared up at the massive puffy clouds in the sky.
“Did the space colonists make it to Jupiter's moons yet?”
“No word back yet from them. But our work is of the most importance. Which is why you're being paid so much.”
“So without reading all that mumbo jumbo, what's the job details?”
“Well we will track and monitor the progress of the clone in rehabilitation into modern life. Is it possible to reprogram them into a new way of life is the question, we are here to study. You're not the only test subject by the way.”
“What makes my test so different then?”
“The clone we have started out living the old tribal ways, now she wants to try to live in the new modern world, whole new grounds for study.”
“ I see.”
Jones puffed the cigarette as they pulled up to the entrance of the gated fence. Two watchtowers stood beside the steel gate. They waited for Micheal to wave his identification. After he stuck out his hand through the open window with his id. The gate opened.
“Fucking pricks they know its me, fucken hate these guys.”
Micheal smiled and waved at the guards when they drove past the towers.
“Fucking fucks… anyway we got the day ahead of us. The tribe is not too far from here.”
After 2 long hours of driving on the open plains they reached the hill at the end of the long dirt gravel road.
“There it is.”
Micheal pointed out the massive grouping of tipis in the middle of the plains along the river.
“The clone.. they do live in herds.”
Micheal laughed at Jones' statement and replied.
“What do you think this is Jurassic park?”
“Rezzassic park.”
“Ahhahahahahahah!”
Micheal started to laugh then he turned off the car and started to get out.
“Alright this is where we walk in, come to the back trunk with me.”
“What for?”
“Gifts, and rations, they treat us like old indian agents. Oh yeah put this on!”
Micheal handed him an old era coat and hat.
“Oh you weren't kidding.”
Jones said picking up the old gun belt with old revolvers in the holsters.
“Yup put that on and carry one of the guns.”
“Rifles you mean?”
“Yeah… just pick one up and let's get moving.”
Micheal packed the blankets and pack of rations which consisted of canned beans, meat and packaged flour. Jones carried the tobacco and rifle.
“Alright, come on, follow me.”
Micheal started to walk down the path. Jones followed him down the hill. The breeze was a nice soft cooling feeling. Micheal closed the trunk then Jones followed Micheal down the hill path.
“Hahaha Rezzassic park. I just got it now cloned dinosaurs but instead we have cloned humans.”
“Holy fuck fuck mann you just got that hahahhaaa.”
“It's a good one.”
Micheal said and continued down the grassy path towards the gathering of tipis.
The loud hooting and hollering started from the tipis. Jones started to panic.
“Hey Micheal, where's the bullets?”
“Bullets? Jones, their fake guns.”
“What, hey Micheal, they won't kill us right?”
“Never know you see that skull over there that was the last guy who signed up.”
Jones looked down beside him and a human skull was on the ground and he started to sweat.
He gripped on with trembling hands as the warriors ran up with newly fashioned spears and war clubs. They were dressed for combat wearing bone chest armor and carrying hide shields. Jones saw the fury they carried as they ran across the plains towards them in the hundreds.
The clone cree warriors stopped in a long line before the two men. One of the braves stood out from the line and walked up.
“Alright no sudden movements the war chief approaches.”
Micheal said to Jones quietly. Jones gulped, his heart was beating and the sweat beads on his head started to drip off onto his shirt.
The tall brown painted man approached in his fine war regalia wielding his shield and gun stock war club. It was silent across the plains. Then the warrior hollered. Jones jumped and the War chief held up his gun stock war club to calm the other clones hollering behind him in the distance.
Micheal spoke, holding the gifts.
“Tansi nitotem.” ( Hello friend)
Micheal held up presenting the gifts to the tall brute warrior.
“Meyo apehta tipiskaw” (good afternoon)
Jones looked at the painted face warrior who spoke out to him.
“Keke nihiyaw.” ( you speak cree?)
“Ehe.” (Yes.)
Jones was confused When the warrior took off his warrior helmet speaking english.
“Good, you're going to need to know Cree, the clone woman doesn't speak english.”
“What the fuck dude, Freddy is that you?”
“You were scared eh!”
“Fuck you man!”
“Hahahahha.”
Micheal laughed at Jones who rubbed the sweat off his head with his forearm.
“Fucking almost shit myself fucking guy.”
“What brings this city native to our rez.”
“Fuck you Freddy your just a city born too!’
“Ssshhhh they don’t know that.”
Jones looked at Micheal who had a concerned look.
“Don’t worry, the clones are not interested in whose blood or clone blood.”
Freddy patted Jones shoulder and continued.
“But when we were around them we speak Cree, Got it?”
Freddy took the gifts from Micheal and then said to Jones and Micheal.
“Astum Ki ayisiniwak cheskwa.” (come the people wait.)
Freddy walked with the gifts leading Micheal and Jones into the crowd of Native ancestor clones. Jones followed attentively his anxiety grew with every step he took closer to the massive gathering of tipis.
End of Chapter 002 The Clones Of Oh Canada. Written by Travis willier Copyright 2023