As '#1' was being led away from his brothers a flood of confusion staggered him. 'Me.' 'Me', at one time, was the least complicated word or concept in human thought. We are born with 'me' and we die with 'me'. Most of our memories are records of what has happened to 'me'. Science has now complicated even the most fundamental of concepts. Michelle, the 'Psych Navigator' or (informally) 'Psych Tech', sat with the chosen clone watching the employee lounge on a lower floor through a two way mirror. A lone employee was sitting spinning a coin in his boredom unaware that he was being observed. " Dammit," thought Michelle, " it would be nice if he was up to something more intellectually stimulating." " What is he doing? ", asked the clone. " He is spinning a coin. You know, a disk used for currency. Nothing you have to worry about." " Why is he spinning it?" " There could be many reasons. Maybe he's deciding something. If the disk lands on one side he'll do one of two options and if it lands on the other side he'll perform that option instead." Michelle smiled at the clone. " You are beautiful," said the clone without emotion. " Well, thankyou." " Everyone here is beautiful except me." the clone still spoke without a hint of expression. Michelle frowned in a friendly way, " What makes you say that?" " I am pale and have marks all over me. I am different. I am broken. Just like my brothers." " You are pale because you live indoors so much. And the marks all over you are our fault. They will go away in time. We give you medications and nutrients...and nano treatments with needles. They bruise the skin. You certainly are not broken." Michelle smiled again. She wiped some long blond hairs away from her mouth. The chosen clone paused as the coin silently wobbled to a stop on the table below. " If I am not broken, why should I die to save a man who is broken?" Michelle stiffened. " Um... it's not that he's broken... and it's an honour for you to be chosen for this function, we've already told you that. You are very special. You have learned things so quickly it's..." Michelle stifled the word 'scary'. "... interesting." The chosen clone smiled and looked back at the employee who had spun the coin again. " I was told the old man was broken... that he had a broken heart." Michelle's face softened and she smiled. " Broken is a simple way of putting it. We've been trying to simplify things so you'll understand... better. Don't worry so much. You're doing a wonderful job." " Are you teaching me how to live or are you keeping me calm so I won't be a problem up to the point when they kill me?" The chosen clone stated this so logically an observer might be tempted to laugh. Michelle's face flushed a little and her throat constricted. 'Um, that's not...". Suddenly a red light went on in the lounge below and the employee hurried out the door. A soft bell sounded in the room. " Michelle, we need your help in observation room 4." " Who was that?" asked the clone. He didn't seem frightened just curious. " That's Cee Cee, she's one of my aids. Quiet just a sec." Michelle stood and walked to the door where she pressed a small green button on the wall. " I have 'someone' with me Cee Cee, let me get him back to his room first." " Sorry Michelle, we have a 'situation' happening. You're the only Psych Tech on the wing and someone needs 'sleeping pills'. There are no other authorized staff available." " There may be a 'situation' developing here Cee Cee, besides this isn't a code-card room, it's a lock and key room." Michelle smiled gently at the clone. " Michelle pleeease, things are being broken," the voice spoke with strained patience and with the tone of a child's song." " OK, Cee Cee, hang on." She turned to face the clone. " I'm going to give you something important so please don't misplace it." She took her locator clip off of her lab coat. " This will let the people in the building know where you are in case something happens. Noone wants you to get hurt. I want to talk to you more about your concerns later but I'll be away for 5 or 10 minutes. That's all. Will you be OK?" The clone smiled at Michelle. "I'll be OK." Michelle turned and departed out the door. Someone who had heard the routine many times before might have noticed that in her haste Michelle had locked and then unlocked the door in the same motion. The clone merely examined his new locator clip. His face hardened and he started to speak aloud. " No, I am not broken. The old man is broken. And you who made me.... you are all broken. You gave me life and gave me the ability to know who I am but you expect me to die and to understand. You are broken." The clone threw the locator chip at the wall. It broke into many pieces and the clone was attracted to the colourful plastic shards. One jagged piece cut him as he pressed his finger on it. He tasted the blood. He stood and walked to the door and as he pressed his face to the windowthe window the door opened. It swung outward into the hall. "You are broken", the clone said smiling. " It is time for me to stop being this," he looked at his pale bruised arms, "and start becoming me." '#1' ran to a stairwell and descended two and three steps at a time toward his peculiar freedom. He reached an exit and nearly forgot about old Mike Levine. The security guard was a sharp sober man but years of inaction can make the best security guards complacent. Only 50 feet from the doorway where the clone hid Levine was grumbling about someone having left a gate ajar. Levine swung his golf club in a circle in the air and the tool flew from his hands. Embarassed he looked around and went to retrieve the club. The clone tip-toed a dozen long steps and began to run. Five minutes later Levine sat on a step and swore at himself for scratching the finish on his club, still unaware that the chosen clone had escaped. 009