The scientists whisper as they write down their daily observations on the girl. They were proud of their success, it was the first human clone. She was 18 years old, the first one to have ever made it this far. Inside the room, the girl sang beautifully as she was painting streets of New Orleans, a place she had only seen in her dreams. "Maybe today's the day I can finally go outside" she said as she hummed. "The clone seems to be working successfully" Dr. Brenson said as he wrote down more on his board. Another scientist looked at Brenson, "she likes to be called Anna" he pointed out. Brenson became irritated at this comment "I will have you know, I am the one who created her, therefore I can name her whatever I want! Her name is experiment 528!"