NationStates Jolt Archive

Amal walked through the door of one of the many labs in Underside. Then, he did it again. Poly also walked through the door, twice.

The first Amal and the first Poly began donning masks and medical aprons, while the others took a side door into a room filled with computer monitors. The screens flicked on, one by one, to show incubators, each holding a sinlge human infant.

Or, at least they looked human. Amal and Poly's first bodies walked down the rows, checking each incubator.

"It is a good set."
"Aye. Dr. Keynes did well with these."
"Does it not make you somewhat sad?"
"Why would it, Amal?"
"They are better than we were."
"That is a matter of opinion. We are unique."
"True. True."

The four bodies quietly left the lab, rejoining the other 6 of their set, and began to make their way to another facility.

Fast forward- four years.

The Gosseyns were part of the population. The Primaries were just reaching maturity, while the secondaries, created under their supervision, had taken an entirely different route. Each one, processed through the Adoption Agency of the Council of Internal Affairs, now resided in an otherwise normal family, most of them seeming to be perfectly normal children- although with a strange dislike for radio.

In the cases where two ended up together, they were invariably inseparable. Little did the parents realise that an apparent ability to know what the other was thinking was more than just coincidence, and more than just apparent.

It seemed now that some good had come from the genetic degradation syndrome- the resulting Eugenics program would be perfect for tracking them all.