Killing the butterflies

The year is 2050.

Humans have evolved in every way. Weapons, homes, vehicles. Even emotions are now nothing more than artificial fabrications.

How is it possible to distinguish a human from a clone, when everyone is the same... and similar?

That's why research into clones has been halted, and all supporting companies have been shut down. The government stands firmly behind its decision, opposing the creation of clones that could aid humanity.

So... were clones truly discontinued before they ever existed?

And what about the sudden disappearance of those who had conducted rigorous research into this?

What did anyone know about the red-haired woman wandering the dark streets with a melancholic melody, and why did she draw butterflies for each victim she killed? Why hasn't she been caught... yet?

So why did any of this concern Olga, whose life was nothing but torture and who was simply trying to survive?

She continued to live her miserable life, unaware of what was to come.

Was it always going to be this way...?