I am a bad person.
I have an evil urge to make a version of The Clonus Horror or The Island where the plucky clone protagonist ultimately decides the process is entirely justified.
"Our life as underground meat incubators for replacement organs is a glorious and noble one. And really, what else do we have to live for? We're property, and it was wrong of me to ever think otherwise. Now bring on my painless euthanasia so the guy who bought me can live a little longer!"
"Our life as underground meat incubators for replacement organs is a glorious and noble one. And really, what else do we have to live for? We're property, and it was wrong of me to ever think otherwise. Now bring on my painless euthanasia so the guy who bought me can live a little longer!"