"Population Control...DIE!!!" genre: Industrial Metal
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	former #1 and has been in/out of the TOP 20 of Industrial Metal since APRIL of 2000 so maybe u would like to hear why?
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	Story Behind the Song I am Clone #9 and this is my story: In my original life, they used to say one's life would flash before their eyes when they died. Now I know that was only half true for mine eyes have seen the glory nine times now. That is to say, I AM CLONE # 9. To think it all started in 23BC (before cloning) with an all too ignored sheep named Dolly. Most people at that time were too busy with their lives or just too plain ignorant to comprehend the significance of that sheep. No one could hardly have imagined the vast possibilities that lay ahead. Of course, now that it is 443 AC (after cloning), Dolly is regarded as one of the founders of our society with an almost God-like status among several clonieties, most notably the Dollyans. If only we clone # 9's were treated as well as that wretched beast. I can only hope that none of the Dollyans ever read this for they would surely have me decloned for speaking such sacrilege. Why are the clone #9's treated so poorly and discriminated against in our supposedly superior society? It all goes back to 20 AC when the United Planets (UP) passed the infamous Population Control Act (PCA). At that time the UP consisted of the Earth, the Earth's Moon, and the fledgling Mars Colonization Project. Overpopulation of the Earth was at a critical level approaching 10 billion persons with only enough resources to adequately support maybe half that number. The UP conveniently blamed the overpopulation problems on cloning after a few incidences of some self indulgent individuals making multiple clones of themselves. So the PCA was initially to be a limit on the number of clones per person. But other more radical factions of the UP desired a more expeditious solution to the problem. So at the last minute the HANS (Human Assisted Natural Selection) project was added to the PCA. The basis of the HANS project was simple. It consisted of mass sterilization of all persons except those deemed to be genetically superior individuals (GSI's) by the UP's handpicked team of so-called experts, the Hereditary Enhancement Committee (HEC). The number of GSI's chosen by HEC would be limited to 144,000. In earlier times this would have been condemned as highly unethical and Hitleresque. But the UP justified itself by allowing the non-genetically superior individuals nine clones each. They whimsically arrived at that number 9 because one of the UP's delegates jokingly referred to the non-GSI's as inferior beings, reminding him of his cat. Of course, since the UP was responsible for determining the members of HEC, the GSI's almost inclusively included HEC and UP family members and friends. Unlucky as I am I was neither friend nor family to any HEC or UP'smembers. So my fate was sealed. If I could afford it, I would be limited to nine and only nine clones of myself. Fortunately, the HEC did allow each clone to have the memories of the previous clone uploaded during the growth acceleration process in the artificial wombs. Therein lies the basis of our current three class existence: the GSI's, the clones, and, those like myself, the clone # 9's. It wasn't long, maybe 20 years, before the HANS project began to show it's effects. Few people could actually afford to be cloned and so those less fortunate than myself began to die from their various afflictions. I did what I could to help those poor souls but it was a futile effort. The UP had robbed them of their lives and maybe more importantly their right to bear children. I was a 36 year old clone # 1 at that time. I could never forget the helplessness of the non-clonables and having to watch them die. Now that I'm clone # 9 people treat me like they used to treat cancer or AIDS patients during my original life, avoiding me at all costs. No one wants to be your friend when they know you are going to die. But I do not let the oppression get me down, because I know I am not alone. There are many other clone # 9's like myself. We are tired of being abused and discriminated against. Since overpopulation is no longer a problem due to the success of the MCP, we are doing everything we can to try and overturn the PCA through legal initiatives with the UP. But if we are unsuccessful, we will resort to any means necessary to avoid our murder. It has been 360 years since the last non-clonable died. We must not allow history to repeat itself...WE WILL NOT BE DESTROYED! Lyrics We'll take a vector And make you a new life Upload your old memories From cadaver data files First we'll sterilize you And you only get 9 tries Our eugenic puppet Until it's time to... DIE...DIE...DIE...DIE The planet's overcrowded Eugenics is our cause The limit of 9 clones is the population law. Genetic inferiority Will be the death of you all. DNA discrimination now the government protocol Things must change We're out of room And in control Oh were gonna see you soon We hope to see you soon Say you are a servant or we'll make you one of them Say you are a servant or we're gonna do you in Population Control

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