Sci-fi shit! Clones and stuff!

I just found this intro to a sci fi novel I wrote a few years ago. Can't remember how the plot was going to progress in anything but the most vague way, but reading this back I reckon it's ok and may be worth carrying on with. What do you think?

"I have a great deal to learn about the Human species, although obviously I come equiped with a fairly detailed knowledge of its customs, habits, biological makeup and history up to the year 4153, the year in which Zeus set off from Renaissance on it’s now-aborted mission. I am not a Human, although I am physically indisinguishable from one in every way, but for the fact that I cannot reproduce. I am a growth-accelerated clone, born two days ago deep in Zeus’ belly. Four years ago I was a foetus, and I floated blissfully in one of Zeus’ psuedowombs. Now I have the size and intellegence of a Human male in his mid-twenties. I am told this is a technological marvel. I am a technological marvel. I don’t feel special.

I feel excited and slightly confused. My consiousness is still expanding at a gradual rate. When the water first drained from the pseudowomb and my higher functions were activated, just over forty-eight hours ago, I had the self-awareness of an animal, or a new-born Human baby. I knew I was, but I had no way in which to define my being. Did I even know I knew I was? If so, did I know I knew I knew I was? It’s hard to tell. The first few hours are hazy and indistinct. Then, slowly and quietly at first, I instinctivly began to know. I’d regard a strange object, and what was a meaningless hunk of matter would have a name (screen) a purpose (the display of electronic data) and, finally, a history (the cathode ray tube, precursor to the plasma screen, was invented by Philo Farnsworth in 1923). All of these things were implanted in my subconsience whilst I grew. And each new revalation begat more revalations, becoming a network of interconnected names and purposes and histories. The sum of these is my consciousness, and, I suppose, in lieu of any actual experience, my identity. I feel I do not yet have anything as sophisticated as a personality, but Zeus assures me that one will develop over time.

My own name and purpose were amongst the last things to be revealed to me. My name is Adam. All the males of my kind have been called Adam, all the females Eve. This is a reference to a creation myth which was the basis for a religion that held sway on Earth for several thousand years. I also suspect it satisfies Zeus’ ego to think of itself as a God; it is named after one, after all. Oh! I believe that that was an opinion! That might just be the first one that I’ve had. I wondered what they felt like. It’s gratifying to know that everything is in working order.

The entirity of my purpose is still unknown to me. I am to perform a task in the village to which I am currently traveling This task is important. I do not know what the task is, but it will be revealed to me when the circumstances are right. This is a precautionary messure, according to Zeus. There are empaths in the village. If my purpose is discovered prematurely I could well suffer the fate of my predecesors, all of whom were mistaken for heretics or demons and killed in a variety of ways, each of them most unpleasant and disturbing. I am the eleventh representative Zeus has sent to this village. It could intervene more directly were this cargo hold not under the control of one of the many rogue aspects of its personality which have developed over the last two centuries. The rogue aspect must account for the strange malevolent energy which emanates from the walls in this part of Zeus. Most Humans would not percieve it, but I am sensitive to such things.

Before I left the clone farm, Zeus imparted upon me the full seriousness of my task. I am to be the last clone to undertake this mission. I represent the final chance for its success. If I fail something terrible will happen. Zeus could not be more specific. I must admit I am afraid. It’s an interesting sensation. What was previously an abstract concept for me has become a slight but very real trembling in my extremities and a nagging pain in my stomach. Slight sounds make me jump, and I feel the need to defecate. I was not previously aware that fear made one flatulent.

I finger the modem in my pocket, my link with Zeus, and it eases my fear slightly, despite the fact that I was given strict intsructions only to use it in the direst of emergencies. The people inhabiting Zeus’ vast cargo holds tent to be superstitious and distrustful of technological artifacts. This strikes me as ironic, as they inhabit one enormous technological artifact. That was an observation! This makes me proud, and I briefly forget my fear. It is strange how my emotions clamour for attention like this, different ones coming to the fore at different times, momentarily overriding the others. Strange and fascinating. I like this emotion of pride very much. I hope I will have the chance to speak to Zeus again and thank him for the gift of life. I hope very much that I do not die like the others.

I am emerging now from the labrynth of corridors into the huge cargo bay in which the village is located. The dull metal ceiling is half a kilometre above my head. I am surrounded by wooden crates. A member of Zeus’ substantial population of rats darts from the corner of my vision. There is a constant dripping. Stalagtites and stalagmites have begun to form, some already up to a metre in height. Humans should not live in a place like this. "