The Clone Who Loved to Swim — M.G. Lewis

Bret Gawain was a very lucky boy.

At least, he and his brones, Adam and Ewan, had thought so after Annabelle gave them a home. Mrs. Grossmeyer had been mean, and Mattie might be fun, but he wasn't parent material. Of course, after Annabelle died, they were lucky again when her brother, Stephen, took them in.

They knew that the outside world was becoming a very scary place for the Non-corporate Citizens, the Noncos, and even for the Corporate Citizens, the Cozies, but none of the Nonco rage or the Cozie fear reached them on Stephen's estate. Even after the Nonco People's Army captured St. Louis from the Cozies, they were still safe, surrounded by Stephen's Cozie Security, and were hardly aware of what was going on outside.

So he and Adam and Ewan had been happy until they turned thirteen, and the sparklies came. They knew there were other Nesrady clones created by Dr. Escuniti, but they were strangers. Maybe their brones knew about the sparklies too, knew that precognition was real and not something made-up in books?

But then Ewan started seeing the dream. But it wasn't a dream. It was like the faded fragments of a thousand memories; contradictory memories of things that might happen, of futures that might be.

The not-dream was very scary, because even if the pieces didn't fit and seemed to change, everyone they knew and loved died horribly in so many of the fragments. They had to find John, one of their older brones. John might know how to make it right, if it could be made right, before the bad things happened.