"Dr. Xandesh's priority number one mission. Approved by the President. Capture Dominic Guzman Code name NP0017 using memory capsule before launching the WMD Code 3 operation."
"No, the memory capsule might be too inferior for a gen one success proto." The young boy in white lab coat replied.
"Yes, doctor. What should we do then?"
"I physically will need to be on the spot. I need to establish direct memory transfer."
There's no way I would allow capturing him using a memory capsule! Never, negative, nah!
His memory, his knowledge, and his soul should belong to me alone!
I knew Vybranny too well! I can't let him have access to the knowledge of first gen success prototype.
"Yes, doctor! We shall prepare the best drone model that will incorporate your physical."
"Indeed, good job."
The large metallic gates opened, and the tiny Xandesh walked into the large laboratory with his special design mecha drone.
The seat inside the cockpit must be modified to best fit the tiny body of a 10 years old. And the safety feature, the anti-fatigue system, and the visuals must be modified and upgraded.
He removed the white lab coat and his spectacles. The tiny metallic beads emerge like liquid, covered all over his body, forming a protective coverall suit. He entered the cockpit, ready to be deployed.
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After the worship session. The Fringe community gathered on a field, preparing barbecue and cooking in large open fire pots of porridge.
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Sitting alone and staring at that short strange pregnant person who was busy stirring the porridge pot, Akym was puzzled.
"The large tummy lump, that's normal!" Said Benji, handing him a small bowl of the oat porridge with a dried piece of stale bread. He then sat next to Akym.
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"It's the ancient Kwashiorkor malnutrition that causes water retention. How could it be normal." Akym replied.
Benji took a deep breath and sighed.
"Webrinny hod limitod de kouy knewlidge an hoistoricel lecord diwnloadid tu ell of or memry." Said Old Doc who had his mouth puling the hard chewy stale bread.
"Lets wait! It's already over 8 months and the baby might arrive anytime." Benji added.
"Yo, Grelda! The porridge is super dope!" Havana shouted towards the pregnant person.
Grelda, responded with a big smile and replied them with a wave.
Swallowing the bread, Old Doc whiped his mouth with his hand and continued.
"Greldine Hermaine, second generation abandoned project HER36. Did Vybranny put any of that information in your brain?"
Akym attempt to dig deep in his thoughts. There was nothing in his memory about what Old Doc has said.
"Wouw, what's that? Doc? We never heard of any projects earlier than the 3rd gen." Benji asked.
"The Grelda we have now is the 2nd Grelda. The baby is going to be the 3rd."
"Ah, the amazing event of childbirth." Said Havana.
"Grel is different though. Centuries ago, the nation was looking for an economical way to make clones. Project Greldine simply attempt to create a prototype which able to self inseminate and reproduce."
"Wouw, as far as i know, me and Kym both came from the incubation system though."
"Yeah, but where's our soul came from? "
Akym's suddenly sunk into his own deep thoughts. He was a clone of Vybranny, his physical body is Vybranny, but his soul was the only thing came with the body. The unique serial number which can never repeat itself.
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"Sir President, Dr Xandesh and the anti terrorist team are about to start the destruction operation targeted on the conservative hideout."
"Very well."
"Sir Presiden… I'm afraid… Dr Xandesh does not put Mr Akym as recue priority."
"Good…"
Confused by Vybranny's response the infromant did not say anything further.
He escorted Vybranny into his personal laboratory, and helped Vybranny to took off his business suit. And change it to a white lab coat. They then entered into the air blaster room, where the strong blast of wind blew on them to remove the dust.
They exited the room into another area of the laboratory. Rows of human body encapsulated in the glass compartment. They all looked like Akym. The prime age of mid 20, the handsome, slightly muscular bodies.
Another scientist was in that room greeting them.
"Sir President. Project 4th generation has been complete and gone through final safety test."
"Great! Override my order on the elimination of those right wing conservatives. Use Code 3 straight away when arrive their destination!"
"Sir, Dr. Xandesh is…"
"I don't need him anymore. Progressive never look back into the history. Childcare and education wasted resources and time. Soon with the 4th gen technology success. We are close to immortality. The prototypes are the perfect empty shells without experience and memory. No more pesky unwanted souls!"