A week had passed since my meeting at the Den. The clone was busy in the kitchen preparing my favorite, German chocolate cake. I was in the bedroom fixing her dresser, though I had never understood her need for one, since she never wore clothes. I was a bit frustrated trying to get the wooden slabs to fit back together properly and to stay in that position long enough for me to secure them. I was a cat farmer by trade. I had no clue about dressers.

I heard a knock at the front door and used my shirt-sleeve to wipe some sweat from my brow as I stood, “Now what the fuck?”

“I will answer the door!” the clone purred.

“No, no, I’ll get it…” I patted her firm bottom as I passed. She smiled demurely.

I walked into the front room and immediately noticed a tall figure hovering at the door. An alien. Could this be the mysterious alien I had seen in Germany? Somewhat hesitantly, I walked up to the door and slowly opened it. The subdued light of the outer world oozed into the room, partially shillouehtting the alien. I could still make out it’s deep features. His blue skin was wrinkled badly, his cheekbones were unusually high for an alien. His eyes were deep yellow and catlike and possessed a hypnotic quality if one stared into them for only the slightest moment too long.

I have never met an alien that didn’t completely disgust me. Until now. This one intrigued me. When I looked at his eyes, I saw ancient wisdom, not the usual probing for some secret that could be used to gain an upper-hand. When I saw his long black braided hair, I saw an homage to cultures, not displays of rare metals and crafts created and arranged to identify superiority.

The alien bowed to me, humbly, “I have come to speak with you.”

I opened the door wider, without hesitation, gesturing for the alien to enter. I closed the door behind him and we sat on the couch. The alien interlocked his fingers for a moment and rested them on his thin, long, bony knee. There he sat for several moments. I was fascinated by this alien, who seemed to exhibit grace, dignity and respect. I sensed a genuine quality in him – another first for an alien.

“We are two of a kind, my friend,” the alien talked slowly and in a very deep voice.

Friend, I wondered, what is this? I’ve never heard an alien call a human that word, “Uh, who are you?”

“My name is Fredo,” the alien replied. They had taken names from movies. Evidentally, this one liked “Godfather II”.

“And how are we two of a kind,” I wondered aloud.

“We are both… different…” The alien paused, as if troubled.

“Go on.”

“You may have noticed all of my species are male.” The alien glanced at me, almost as demurely as the clone had earlier.

I hadn’t thought about it, but now that he mentioned it… “Hmmm. How do you guys…”

“Clones,” The alien replied quickly.

“Okay. And what does this have to do with anything?”

“As I said, I am different.” He hesitated again. I nodded to encourage him to continue.

“You do not seem to hold our kind in the same esteem as other earthlings. I do not hold our kind with much esteem myself. You see, I am female. The first female of my species. I am what your kind would call ‘gay’.”

“Wait. ‘Gay’ means you like others of your own sex…”

“Not among our kind. If you applied the term to us, I would be gay, since my species only have sexual relations with our own sex.”

I had no interest in further clarification. And I was soon disturbed by a thought that popped into my head, “What about my…”

The alien lowered his… her… its… voice to a whisper, “Your clone is an agent of the Governors’. At this moment, he is preparing a meal which will poison you.”

My lip quivered, “Eva? A…”

“Yes. You must come with me.”

“But…” I wanted to cry.

“We must leave at once!”