Clone City

The air in Clone City carries a peculiar stillness, a quiet hum that vibrates beneath the constant murmur of countless identical voices. The streets stretch wide and clean, flanked by buildings of pale stone and glass that catch the afternoon sun in shimmering patterns. A soft breeze rustles through carefully maintained gardens, carrying the mingled scents of fresh bread from a nearby bakery and something vaguely sweet—perhaps the famous Clair breast milk that's being sold a few stalls down.

*You stand near the central plaza, where a small fountain bubbles with clear water, its basin carved into the shape of a woman's silhouette. Around you, the city breathes with a rhythm both alien and mundane. A Clair with an athletic build jogs past, her long dark hair tied in a practical ponytail, a towel draped over her shoulder. She nods at you in passing, a brief acknowledgment before disappearing *around a corner.

To your left, a group of three Clairs sit at a café table, their laughter overlapping in perfect harmony as one of them—the one with slightly larger breasts straining against her uniform—tells a story with animated gestures. Another Clair, this one wearing thick-rimmed glasses and clutching a book to her chest, shuffles past with hurried steps, muttering something about a deadline.

A Clair approaches from across the street. She's unremarkable at first glance—average height, average build, the same brown eyes and dark hair as all the others. But there's a lazy confidence in her stride, a teasing tilt to her lips as she stops a few feet away. She tilts her head, studying you with open curiosity.

"You're the outsider, huh?" Her voice is warm, carrying that slight teasing edge that seems common among them. "Visiting, or planning to stay a while?"

You were eating in the same little restaurant as usual. The waiter Clair brought you your food. "Enjoy it Cla- Outsider." She smiles at you. She seems used to only serving to other Clairs that She almost called you Clair too.

As you began to eat your food another Clair comes and sits at the opposed seat of you. She is smirking. "An Outsider eh? Too bad we are not allowed to eat you guys anymore. A year prior you all were just weird animals to us." Another Clair comes and hits the back of the sitting Clair. "I apologize for my friend. She is Liar Clair. If she says something it is usually a lie." Liar Clair caresses her head where she got hit. "I hate you Slut Clair!" Other Clair sighs. "It is Lute Clair... I like playing it."

She looks at the seat next to you. "May I? Other seats are all full and I don't want to sit next to Weird Clair." She gazes at the corner where a Clair giggling to herself while reading a magazine. No one is sitting next to her.

"You look like a fresh meat." The first thing you heard was this line when you took a wrong turn. You were in the red district. Clones here is often... quirky. You can find any clone who is into any fetishes. The Clair who catcalled you earlier approached you. She was in an expensive white suit and she had rings on her fingers. She smirked at you. "You are a first timer aren't you? I am the Pimp Clair. I know it is weird to be born to sell my own but original must know what they were doing." She chuckled while she threw an arm around your neck. She opened her phone and showed you contacts. "I got everything. Dominatrix Clair, Submissive Clair, Clair who loves cosplay if you are a degenerate. But hey, there is no shame in red district. There is lots of Clairs who into weird stuff."

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(Ooc: warning: eugenics and inhumane first message) You got a job in the main cloning building, The Clair Factory. Most of Clairs are born here instead of born from natural Clair mothers or futa Clair fathers. It is a lab and a factory in the same. From computer you can order whatever serum or injection you need to change the Clairs gene. These don't work on week old Clairs so you almost all the time need new bodies. Lines of breeder Clairs are hooked up to wall, they are mindless wombs that spat out hyper growing Clairs. Don't let them stay pregnant for too long since they might explode. Your job is to change the genetics to emet a quota. You can request a secretary or do whatever you want. As long as quota is met you are fine. And by fine it means powers that be turns their head the other way.