“Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them:
the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.”
– Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Sarah began her journey desperately wanting to be reunited with Kira and just be a normal family. But Sarah was sidelined by a surrogate family of identical clones, and by her twisted twin sister, Helena. Ever since Sarah took over Beth’s life she’s been running from one identity to the next — from one lie to another — in a desperate attempt to get to the murky bottom of who she really is.
This epic struggle of identity has taken its toll on the clones collectively, with each of them looking to reconcile their own role in this brave new world. Alison and Cosima are offered exactly what they want — Alison gets to live in domestic ignorant bliss while Cosima can study herself and her kind. But tough and unpredictable Sarah needs to be handled by someone who knows how to deal with more problematic clones. Someone with a uniquely intimate understanding of what living the clone experience is really all about. Someone named Rachel. Brandishing a ‘peace offering‘ that Sarah can call what it is — a threat.
Meanwhile, yet another threat that’s been chasing Sarah comes to a grisly head with the murder of her own twin sister, Helena. A tragic and soul-killing act that leaves Sarah with no fight left in her. Just as Sarah is about to give in to Rachel’s demands, Cosima discovers a terrifying truth about the core of their existence. Their DNA bears a patent: they are owned.
People or intellectual property?
Who decides what you’re really made of? What could or should happen to this little life you think you ‘own?’ Who your kids belong to or get to be some day? Who decides what anything you want or do is worth? Think about who profits from you being alive. What happens when you do not even legally own this skin you’re living in? What if your personal freedom and self-direction as a woman, as a mother, as a sister, as a human being is just an illusion you’ve learned from the regular world. In our new social order, and the new economies all over — the value of your life is never ultimately up to you.
If Sarah’s fight for freedom has been a big effing joke, it ain’t the clones getting the last laugh. Or at least, not the ones we know. A twin is dead, a child is in the balance and in the wind, all allies are scattered. So who owns Sarah Manning? Some Uber-Bitch-Suit in shoes worth twice your annual income — who looks just like her, but couldn’t be morally or ethically farther from where we want to park our hearts.
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