Love: Catgut

Jasmine. The sweet smell surrounded him, the fragrance of his childhood, sunny carefree days within the controlled cycle of rain, cloud, sun. Breathing deeply, he inhaled the sweet honey, allowing the aroma to fill him. Calm, peace, tranquillity.

But there was something else mixing with it, something unpleasant, the stale smell of sweat, linen, plastic.

"Mr Reponere, Mr Reponere are you awake?"

Reluctantly opening his eyes, he was dragged back to the awful present by the voice of the artificial intelligence medical attendant. He looked up from his chair watching as his daughter lay suspended, weightless in the antigravity bubble next to him.


Even in the future, not everyone can be cured. But clone technology has arrived, a stable and compatible source of tissue and organs to match to the recipient, perfectly. For a father battling to save his daughter's life, clone technology is the only way out, the only solution as she slips away from him. He hardly has the time to consider the cost.