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EquinoxSol
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It had been three weeks since Subject 14 was taken from the Genesis Tube. In that short time, he had adopted the name Oscar, after one of the many writers he had been taught of in the Genesis Tube. He was innocence in its purest form, a toddler in a teenaged body. Everything was new to him, and he went through the world with wide eyes.
For the first two weeks since his 'birth', Oscar was taught everything he would need to know until he could be enrolled in a proper school and hidden in plain sight from the Corporate Tasks Initiative of the FBI. Until them, he would be kept in the custody of the Shendall Corporation.
On the third week of his existence, Oscar was prepared to be introduced into human society. After all, what good was a clone if they were socially inept and incapable of working in society? Then, on exactly the twenty-fourth day of his existence, the Shendall Corporation received word that the CTI was aware of their working with human cloning. Oscar had to be moved, and quickly.
It was decided that Oscar would be moved to another facility in Yukon, where it would easier to hide Oscar. So, he was taken to a small private airfield just outside of a large city, where he was to board a plane.
However, just before Oscar started walking up the stairs to the plane, he broke from the grip of Dr Subaru, his physician and the doctor that had removed him from the Genesis Tube, and ran. He wanted to actually live, before he was taken into custody by CTI and killed, or worse. He didn't want to be an experiment or just a tool.
While panic and chaos ensued, he raced into the bushes just off the Tarmac, his heart pounding. He had never known adrenaline, and as he ran to a fence and pulled himself over it, he felt exhilarated like he ha never felt before. All he could hope for was that the snow wouldn't make him leave tracks.
As he pulled himself over the fence, he fell into a grouping of rose bushes, and got himself pricked by several thorns. The roses had died from the snow, and all that was left was the thorns. Covering his mouth with his hands to keep from crying out, he crawled out of the bushes, now cut in several places and covered in snow. He could hear shouts in the direction of the airfield, and almost panicked before he crawled back into the rose bush, ignoring the pain.
Hopefully, he would be safe here.
Oscar Germain
For the first two weeks since his 'birth', Oscar was taught everything he would need to know until he could be enrolled in a proper school and hidden in plain sight from the Corporate Tasks Initiative of the FBI. Until them, he would be kept in the custody of the Shendall Corporation.
On the third week of his existence, Oscar was prepared to be introduced into human society. After all, what good was a clone if they were socially inept and incapable of working in society? Then, on exactly the twenty-fourth day of his existence, the Shendall Corporation received word that the CTI was aware of their working with human cloning. Oscar had to be moved, and quickly.
It was decided that Oscar would be moved to another facility in Yukon, where it would easier to hide Oscar. So, he was taken to a small private airfield just outside of a large city, where he was to board a plane.
However, just before Oscar started walking up the stairs to the plane, he broke from the grip of Dr Subaru, his physician and the doctor that had removed him from the Genesis Tube, and ran. He wanted to actually live, before he was taken into custody by CTI and killed, or worse. He didn't want to be an experiment or just a tool.
While panic and chaos ensued, he raced into the bushes just off the Tarmac, his heart pounding. He had never known adrenaline, and as he ran to a fence and pulled himself over it, he felt exhilarated like he ha never felt before. All he could hope for was that the snow wouldn't make him leave tracks.
As he pulled himself over the fence, he fell into a grouping of rose bushes, and got himself pricked by several thorns. The roses had died from the snow, and all that was left was the thorns. Covering his mouth with his hands to keep from crying out, he crawled out of the bushes, now cut in several places and covered in snow. He could hear shouts in the direction of the airfield, and almost panicked before he crawled back into the rose bush, ignoring the pain.
Hopefully, he would be safe here.
Oscar Germain