"Doctor, are you sure you want to go through with this? Isn't this just a little unethical? People will think you're a *monster*!" she said to me.
"Charlene, this is for science, the greater good of humanity! We'll make the first clone, and gas it immediately, so we have a clone for an autopsy.
Then we'll make some for psychology experiments. Think of what we can accomplish with these clones! Massive armies! A huge workforce! We'll have a whole *caste* of underlings!"
"And you want to clone yourself?" she asked me. She was always so faithful.
"I will have it no other way," I said, as I stepped onto the platform. I was about to clone myself. I was about to make history. "Charlene, start sequence," I said to her.
She pressed a few buttons, turned a few knobs, and my vision went white.
"Excellent, *excellent* work Charlene, it's done!" The voice was mine, but wasn't me that spoke. My vision had returned, I was no longer on the platform, but in a glass tube.
"We have a clone! Now quickly, increase the carbon monoxide levels in the tube," my voice said again.
I remembered everything. Aren't one's memories what make a person? I guess that didn't matter, because I was a mere clone, an underling. I've rethought the ethics: Maybe I am a monster.