Memories of a Condemned to Death

As I lay here in this cold, damp cell, my mind is flooded with memories of a life once full of hope and purpose. I think back to Naomi and Rachel, my fellow clones who felt more like sisters than just genetic copies. The way the gentle song of Canopeaon tropical birds would fill the air as we trained in the mountainous jungle still echoes in my mind. But what stands out most was our passionate lesbian love gathering at a secluded waterfall. The warmth of each other’s touch, the laughter that echoed through the trees - those were moments of pure bliss.

My first training session with Lieutenant Naomi marked the beginning of a friendly rivalry that drove me to push my limits. I remember the rush of adrenaline when I killed my first man on duty, followed by Dr. Rachel’s soothing voice during my psychological session. The pride I felt when my daughter Selenia was born, surrounded by the loving support of our sisterhood community, is a memory I’ll cherish forever. Even now, I can almost hear the infectious laughter of Selenia playing with Elona, Naomi’s daughter.

My promotion to Colonel rank of the 7th Storm Brigade was a moment of great honor, seeing Naomi smile as she fell under my command. But it all came crashing down on the day of my capture. I sacrificed myself to save an ambushed unit, taking down several opponents before they overpowered me. The tortures that followed were brutal - electrical shocks that made every muscle convulse, gang-rapes that left me struggling until exhaustion consumed me. And now, the suspicion of this unwanted pregnancy weighs heavy on my heart. Yet even in death, these memories remind me of what we fought for - a world where women can thrive free from oppression.