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It was the first day of school. "That's one small step for man and a giant leap for America." The head of the Cloning Organization (who also happened to be the headmaster), Mr. K, murmured, a small smile on his lips. Except it wasn't much of a smile, it was more like a snooty smirk. The kind that you would display after tripping someone up and laughing at their distress. And in a way, Mr. K was laughing at someone else's distress. But it was a future distress. The distress of any country other than America, the land of the brave, the land of the free, and the land of the superiors.
Picking a walkie talkie up from his desk, he clicked it on, "This is K. Open the gates. Over."
- -
Out in the front of the school, a large iron gate was the only thing keeping the crowd of students outside, from entering. Mr. K had ordered his team of scientists, who also served as the Academy staff, to make sure to keep an eye on all of the children and to make sure none of them disappeared or slipped into the school ahead of time.
"...Open the gates. Over."
Upon hearing the order, the scientists got into gear and began keying in the numerous codes that served as the gate locks. One click. Another click. Five more clicks were heard before the gates slowly slid open and the crowd of Imitantes' Academy students, entered.
Despite the opening of the gates, the Academy double doors remained shut. Mr. K wanted everyone to mill around for awhile, so he and the scientists could observe their clones interacting with regular humans.
It was the first day of school. "That's one small step for man and a giant leap for America." The head of the Cloning Organization (who also happened to be the headmaster), Mr. K, murmured, a small smile on his lips. Except it wasn't much of a smile, it was more like a snooty smirk. The kind that you would display after tripping someone up and laughing at their distress. And in a way, Mr. K was laughing at someone else's distress. But it was a future distress. The distress of any country other than America, the land of the brave, the land of the free, and the land of the superiors.
Picking a walkie talkie up from his desk, he clicked it on, "This is K. Open the gates. Over."
- -
Out in the front of the school, a large iron gate was the only thing keeping the crowd of students outside, from entering. Mr. K had ordered his team of scientists, who also served as the Academy staff, to make sure to keep an eye on all of the children and to make sure none of them disappeared or slipped into the school ahead of time.
"...Open the gates. Over."
Upon hearing the order, the scientists got into gear and began keying in the numerous codes that served as the gate locks. One click. Another click. Five more clicks were heard before the gates slowly slid open and the crowd of Imitantes' Academy students, entered.
Despite the opening of the gates, the Academy double doors remained shut. Mr. K wanted everyone to mill around for awhile, so he and the scientists could observe their clones interacting with regular humans.