[Story time with H0tl1ne. You Spike-type competitive guys move right along. With that out of the way...]
So, Ken, why so much in a hurry?
True. But is that all there is?
Nope. Far from it, actually. Let's ponder this for a second.
You are in a hurry when the time is scarce. But, being an escaped clone, Kenny should have plenty of time on his hands, right?
The main merit of clones as a workforce is that they are (relatively) cheap to mass-produce, and due to extensive neural conditioning, they are obedient to the point of suicide (obviously the case with our buddy over here. Look at the jacket. Look at the hair. Obedient type all along). Also, simulants are disposable - you can work them to death, no problem. Our corporate policies got you covered - give us your old, wasted clone and we'll supply you with a fresh batch on the spot. For a convenient price, naturally.
As every mass-produced product, clones have an expiration date. It's perfectly logical - immortal clones mean no fresh clones, means no income, means end of business. Depends on the line and its destination, of course. You want babysitters to live longer in order to avoid mental trauma your kids would suffer when the beloved nanny gets recycled. Zero-G workers, miners, reactor meat, no problem, new drop every five years.
For Tenma line the clock is set to fifteen. Kenny might have worked as a courier for a good bit of time now. But he's broken away and made a name for himself as a smooth operator. You don't break the conditioning during one moment of instant wisdom. You don't become a novahot runner overnight. Well, you might, but the name "H0tl1ne" is already taken.
My point being, Kenny comes with an expiration date too. And he's not exactly fresh off the tank.
What would you do knowing when exactly you are going to die?
But there are some benefits to having only several years to live. For instance, cigarettes. Lung cancer will probably kill you in twenty years. But if you don't have twenty years, you're basically immune. So it's all sex, drugs and rock'n'roll, right? Live high while you can, tomorrow you may be dead?
This probably is one of the things that drive Ken. He doesn't have much time, so he turns to a life of a criminal for sake of living his life, brief as it might be, as something worth remembering. That, and a desire to prove to himself and everyone around that a clone can have a better life than most of people do.
Now now, it is the future, you might say. We've got gene goodies that let your heart beat indefinitely and even if it stops anyway, we'll just put in a new one and apply a little voltage. Voila!
That's true. And I know exactly who does such crazy stuff. These guys are called Jinteki Corporation.
Hey, have you heard the term "retire on sight"?