Dominica Phetteplace The problem with having good genes is the pressure to reproduce. Zetta had long wanted a clone. Paz thought it was a terrible idea. “Your daughter would know what she’d look like in old age. Not that you aren’t smoking hot. But your clone wouldn’t get to grow up in denial about death and aging the way the rest of us do,” Paz said. Zetta was forty-one in Earth years, much less in Mars years. She planned on living to a hundred and fifty, so life was not yet half over. But she had always wanted to be

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