Simultaneously, a few soldiers and many dark-clothed individuals are watching a live feed of the room that b-1x is currently in on a screen All were sitting around a round table. One individual with a beard and a soldier uniform looking in his late 60s is smiling with a sinister gaze. Everyone is looking like a hologram except for one young individual sipping tea.
“Amusing. A clone gave such freedom. A perfect soldier does not need distractions and attachments”
A business-attired person chimes in
--“I agree. Dr. Hector is making this hard for us to proceed with Project Alpha. I have spent so much on this project” he mused
A muscular old person with a uniform is very angry at the very discussion
---“Why are we not doing anything to prevent this? This project has been going on for 3 years and the only successful clone that meets and exceeds the standards is b-1x. Why can’t we replicate the process? What is this fucking bullshit? We should torture the method out of that doctor” he said in anger.
A businessman that is relatively younger than all the people sitting at the round table is sipping tea. He put down the cup.
---“Calm down General Javier. We have the leverage of the information at our disposal. The doctor is a mad one indeed. Cloning his dead son and treating him like one as well. We have been watching him for a while and it’s now being derogatory to our intentions with the project as well. ”
A laid-back bald person chimes in with a neutral expression.
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“Why don’t we dispose of the doctor and get a new one? Use the current research and get the project running again?”
The young businessman replies
“It’s not that easy. He is the most capable in the field of genetic manipulation and cloning. Having 12 PhDs is not a feat anyone can have. He is a tricky individual as well. No research papers and data that we can use. He never stores data physical or digital data for his research. That photographic memory of his sure is handy." He said amused
He further continued
The data he has on B-1x was extracted not long ago from his database when he started with us 4 years ago and has been tried 40 times in another facility and no results have been shown even remotely close to what he has achieved with b-1x”
Everyone looked shocked and silent after this news was disclosed. He further added on
“It’s quite fascinating indeed. It’s actually like magic. We have been watching him from the day he set foot in our project and facilities, yet somehow, he has something hidden from our surveillance”
The young business suit individual's smile is full of malice, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who saw it.
"We will use the clone as bait to obtain the necessary research. It's been ignored for far too long. We've just been observing the alpha project out of curiosity, but now that the latest clone has been an exceptional success, there's a chance we can salvage the project. We'll capture them both and take what we want."
As the meeting ends and the holographic displays of the attendees' faces fade, the young businessman takes a sip of his tea and gazes out the window at the starry sky. His office was dark as he bathed in the moonlight looking through his window.
"You can't stop progress or greed, Doctor. They fuel the very essence of our existence."
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On the other hand, the doctor's trembling fingers slowly close the hologram, the blue light fading away as he does so. Making his way to the mirrored blacony of his office. A wave of emotion washes over him, and he lights a cigarette with unsteady hands. The flicker of the lighter illuminates his face, which is creased with sadness and grief. Tears glimmer in his eyes as he takes a long drag, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He stands near a window with a full aerial view.
As he exhales a heavy cloud of smoke, he fiddles with a small stone in his pocket. It's invisible to the naked eye and defies all forms of technology, but he knows it's there. He's been hiding it ever since the day his son died, accidentally discovering the mysterious object lodged in his arm. It's a source of deep regret and pain for him, a constant reminder of the loss of his beloved son. Memories flood back to him, and he takes another drag of his cigarette, the bitter taste bringing him back to the present. He can't change the past, but he can try to make amends for it. With a heavy heart, he places the stone back in his pocket and leans back in his chair, lost in thought.
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