The Clone Ranger: Episode 6
Journal Entry 684 It has been eight days since Jack Unit 754 whispered to me about females, and I have thought of little else. I have tried to distract myself with my observations — 583's sketches grow more elaborate by the day; he is drawing the magnolia tree near G7 now, petal by petal — but my mind keeps circling back to 754's words. Soft curves and delicate features. I have stared at my own face in the washroom mirror until my eyes blurred, trying to imagine what the opposite of this face might look like. I cannot do it. It is like trying to imagine a color I have never seen. And there is something else, something I have not written down until now because I do not have the words for it. When 754 described them, I felt a strange pull low in my body, a warmth that spread outward and left me restless for hours afterward. It was not like hunger or tiredness — the only other things my body has ever demanded of me. It was a wanting . I have turned it over in my mind for e...