Clones Don't Feel…

I wasn't meant to feel.

None of us were.

So why was I feeling?

It was because of Cody. If he had let me come with him, none of this would've happened. I wouldn't have worked for Aayla, and I wouldn't be feeling now.

But…

She's so beautiful. And I love her.

Why do I feel this?

I want to tell her. I need to tell her. Every part of me, every thought, every muscle, they're all screaming at me to tell her.

But…

I don't. And now, we're heading to some backwater planet, with only twenty clones including myself, and…she's coming too.

Why?

The drop ship lands. Aayla says something, I'm too busy staring at her perfect face to hear her.

She walks out. We follow. I stare.

My comlink beeps. I stop, and take it off my belt. I click it on.

"Execute Order 66."

"It will be done, m'lord."

I load my blaster rifle. I make a motion to the others.

They load theirs.

All my life, I had been waiting for this. This moment was the only reason for my existence. To execute Order 66.

We fire.

We hit.

She falls to the ground.

We don't stop.

Only then do I realize.

I have killed her. I have shot the only thing I had ever loved. I should feel horrible. Like a demon of hate. I should hate myself.

But I don't feel.

Clones don't feel.

And she is dead.

We walk on, continuing our venture. I take one last look at her corpse. It is blood covered. Her face is in a look of incredible sorrow. She is dead.

I walk on.

I don't feel.

Clones don't feel.

Ever.