Johnny Barton (author)

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"Do you know your blood type?" he asked. She nodded.
"Type O positive." she told him. That's what the lady at the Red Cross station at school told me. It doesn't change, does it? She told me that YEARS ago."
He smiled. "It doesn't change. Ever." He looked at her. "It's going to be a couple of weeks before they can implant you. Give me a couple of days to put a plan together, okay?"
She nodded trustfully, watching him get the cart ready to leave, and after she was alone, she took her first sip of water from the straw.
The elevator closed and dropped him two floors. It opened onto a brand new floor for him; he'd never been here before. He usually went up three floors, to his own room level, the size of all two rooms for one floor below his. The other side was taken by another man; one who had never spoken.
He figured he was getting a promotion for convincing her to cooperate, instead of killing her, like he was meant to do. He guessed there were video cameras in the room, although he'd never seen them. He wasn't surprised. If he was wrong about disobeying orders, he's already be dead of gas in the elevator.
This room was sumptuous; there was no other word to describe it. The walls were lined with some very thick fabric and paintings every so often insured that the wall material was flush to the concrete behind it. A tall man was seated behind a desk, with six others in chairs beside him, three to a side.
"She's still alive because you love her," said the man, smiling. "Don't worry, we saw the whole thing. Very nice! Tomorrow, you can both "escape"to your apartment, where you await further opportunities. Sound good?"
"Sounds very good, sir! I can make that work nicely!" John said, smiling broadly. "It will help keep the other girls from getting too suspicious, right?"
"Yes, because you'll be spending a lot more time with this one. She'll be carrying after tonight. You can even sleep with her, if she'll let you. She doesn't have to die a virgin. You can have the honors."
"Instead of the men patrolling the surface," he guessed.
"Be careful, John. We know about love, and it's accounted for in our plans."
"Yes, sir," He wasn't a soldier, but he saluted anyway before turning and going back to the elevator, which brought him back to his own apartment. 
"You let him live, sir? After what he did?" It was the last man on the right who spoke. "He betrayed us!"
"Pff. He's in love, and she loves him, you fool! Her child will go into the creche with all the others, but it won't be a clone!" 
"It'll be a singleton!" said the man on his immediate right. "It will be different from the others!"
"It doesn't have to be the only one. We can create others. Besides, there's the twins. They're a few years older, but that will matter little."
"We will not sacrificing viable embryos, Mr. Maven." said the man on his left. "We can explain a singleton to our board easier than unexpected losses."
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