The Art Of Cloning

by Michael Gerald

The words, “… and the Nobel Prize goes to… Dr. Edwin Abernathy”, are uttered as if they were being recanted in someone’s mind. A Nobel Prize medal for medicine is held in a very large set of hands. A look, up towards his face reveals a handsome man of about sixty-seven years, with the quirky charisma of a Jeff Goldblum type. Edwin snaps out of his deep gaze when, he is summoned from across the room by his assistant, Susan…