Hi, my name is Todd. I am a normal male, nothing special. I am 26 years of age, 5'7, 180 pounds, sandy blonde hair. I come from the poor side of the tracks with nothing ever given to me and having to work to get anything I ever wanted in life. This is my story of love and how things do work themselves out for the best.
It all began a few years ago. I moved to California from Oregon only to meet the girl of my dreams. Her name, Melanie, she was not supermodel gorgeous, but she had a natural beauty that drew me to her like a magnet. She stood about 5'7, weighed around 120 pounds, not fat and not skinny just a right balance and in the places, it made her look fabulous. She had sandy blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. And the softest hazel eyes one had ever chance to look at and into.
Melanie was always smiling a smile that could cheer even the most downtrodden of spirits. Unfortunately the closer I came to her I found out that she already had a significant other and the most she and I would ever become was friends. We did become the best of friends, sharing everything with each other, our hopes, our dreams, our goals all as if we had been life long brother and sister. The one thing I never shared with her was how much I truly loved her it was something that I would keep with me and from her.
A year or so into our friendship I had found that Melanie had the rare disorder microphagicalitis that she would likely die of if she did not get replacement organs. Microphagicalitis was a disease that attacked a persons internal organs on the micro cellular level. It can not be treated with any known medicines. The only cure was to remove and replace the infested organs with healthy non infected organs. What made this all the more dangerous for her was the fact that she had a rare blood type? The blood type combined with the condition meant that practically impossible to find a donor host organ to save and prolong her life. The only hope would be an identical twin. Without the transplant she would never lead a full life.
This began my journey into biochemistry majoring in cloning. I knew that if I could learn fast enough I could possible find a cure or produce an identical clone of her to harvest the organ needed. With my determination to save the one I loved but could never have, I squeezed 12 years of education into a compacted three years of study. I gave up everything to fully dedicate myself to curing this beauty of her illness.
I began by taking out student loans and commuting from three different colleges and universities to each other a day, taking courses in micro-biology, micro-surgery, genetic engineering. The whole gambit of the physical sciences and surgical sciences and studies. Every book, theorem and hypothesis was my guide. Studying at three colleges and universities simultaneously. The schedule was tough, sleeping maybe 3 hours a day the rest of my time spent in travelling and studying. The whole time the love I had for Melanie kept me going on, despite the burdensome load of study I maintained.
Three years after I began, I made a break through into the cloning technology it was time to tell her. Going to her house, I presented to her my objectives to make her a clone without the genetic defects she now suffered to harvest the needed organ. She was in awe of what I proposed. I told her all I needed was a sample of her blood and I would begin the process of creating her a clone organ farm.
Stunned Melanie asked, "Why are you doing this for me Todd?"
I replied, hanging my head slightly, "I have been in love with you from the first time I laid eyes on you. Soon after that, I realized that you loved another and I accepted that, but I still love you and want nothing to happen to you." Hanging my head lower, "I was going to ask this after I had you cured, but . . . " my voice droned out in shame.
