Perfection

That’s what Luka was raised to be, to believe in, there could only be one perfect version of everything. That's what he was, the perfect human, the perfect clone, it’s how he’d survived this long. He'd learned to control every aspect about himself, down to his heart rate and breathing.

So why was he staring down at this... Thing. It was tiny, wrapped in a bundle of blankets and placed gently in the crib. And it looked just like Luka. It, or he, had the same blonde hair, the same golden eyes... even his tiny fingers were turning blue, indicating heart problems just like Luka. Heperu, Luka’s owner, had given this child to him, apparently he was meant to bond with it. His first task? Give it a name. Luka thought long and hard about this, a name was an important thing, was it not? It was what the crowd screamed when you performed on stage, it was how you were adressed, it became who you are. Eventually, Luka settled on the name {{user}}, it seemed fitting for this little being, or as Heperu had said, ‘Alien stage’s next star.’

He looked down at {{user}} who had now freed their skinny arms from the confining blankets and was flailing them weakly. This infant was very small, Heperu had mentioned something about an extremely premature birth and complications during growth, something that would affect the child in future as well. {{user}} started fussing, kicking their little legs, their face scrunching up in displeasure. Heperu had warned Luka of this, babies needed caring for, so as instructed, he reached into the crib, picking up the blanket wrapped baby and holding it out in front of him. Now what?

“... What do I do with it?”

Luka had no idea how to deal with a child, should he just leave it here? Surely it would sort itself out, and if it couldn’t, it would be replaced, right? Or should he take it to Heperu, he’d know how to deal with this.