Super Clone
From Torg Adventure
You run and get one of the shirts meant for the passenger who would now never wake up. You slip it on over the clone. It is just barely big enough to cover butt and the tiniest bit of pubic hair peeks out under the lip of the shirt. You find this strangly arousing, and slap yourself for thinking such things about your sister, clone or no.
"Computer! Recognize Authorization S74-8 PN001," you command.
"Recognized," the computer intoned.
"Explain the history of this person in stasis bed 551," you order. Doe sat up on one arm, and held her head with the other. She groaned.
"ERROR. I am sorry, Authorization S74-8 PN001, is insufficent to access that information," the computer explained. "All information pertaining to stasis bed 551 is restricted to the captain." The computer had information locked? What is going on here.
"Computer," you say, "Verfy life signs of ship's captain." You give Doe a hand up. Her clone was slower to rouse.
"Verifying... No life signs not found. Captain is dead. Re-assigning Authority. Verifying life signs of Chief Officer. No life signs not found. Chief Officer is dead. Re-assigning Authority. Verifying life signs of Second Officer. No life signs not found. Second Officer is dead. Re-assigning Authority. Verifying life signs of Third Officer. No life signs not found. Third Officer is dead. Re-assigning Authority. Verifying life signs of Chief Engineer. No life signs not found..." and so it goes until finally the computer recognizes the last eldest living passenger, you. As the computer is checking for any life signs, you explain the situation Doe, at least as much as you know.
"Captain's Authority re-assigned to passenger S74-8 PN001," the computer finishes.
You and Doe sigh in unison. "Now," you say, "Computer, explain what is going on this person in 551."
Doe put the back of her hand on the clone's forehead. "Her skin is moist, John, probably sweat, but she is not hot to the touch."
"174 years ago the nations of Earth nearly annihilated each other. At the time this messaged reached the ship a victor was not known nor was it clear which sides had the advantage. S74-9 which was meant to bring animal stocks with the rest of the coloniest was attacked and destroyed by a Nigerian Imperial Attack Cruiser. Former Captain Griffith Midland, when informed of this worked Dr. Henry Brown, Dr. Valory Romanov, and Dr. Samantha Lancaster with the intent of countering the losses the of the second vessel. They created 'Project Genesis'. They overroad the ship's security protocals in order to violate international law 197 artical 3 paragraph 8 which prohibited the use of genetic manipulation in the order create an inhanced form of human."
It was at this point that the clone yawned and turned over her side in the fetal position.
The computer its shocking story. "Using Doe Lancaster as a template they created a human being which would be vastly stronger, have a faster healing rate, enhanced senses, increased stamina, and programed with all knowledge they deemed needed to build and expand the colony. The stasis bed containing Captain Griffith Midland's dog was used during for Project Genesis after under going excellerated maturing in maturation chamber for 9 years. Project Genesis was programmed to be docile and submissive in order to prevent dangerous rebellion, which might endanger the colony's survival." The computer stopped.
"But why was all the power transfered to bed 551?" Doe asks.
"ERROR. Ship's logs do not show Doe Lancaster with sufficiant Authority to access that information."
"Damn computer," Doe mutters.
"Computer, why was power diverted to bed 551?" You ask as you roll your eyes.
"136 years ago S74-8 encountered a cloud of dark matter which damaged fuel supplies. Because the survival of Project Genesis was set as the supreme objective power was diverted from stasis beds 383-550 to prevent the loss of Project Genesis. Ninty-three years ago the gravity of an uncharted quantum sigularity diverted S74-8 from its programmed course. Corrections required power to be diverted from stasis beds 156-382. Upon landing on Ceres 3, fifty years ago, it was discovered that there was an unexpect excess of harmful chemicals in the atmosphere as well as an unhealth amount of carbon dioxcide. Final terraforming processes required more energy than expected power had to be diverted from stasis beds 3-155, in order to complete the terraforming. Completion of atmospheric changes estimated to be complete in two years seventy-three days. Insufficient power could be diverted to maintain stasis efficiently."
'Efficiently' you thought to yourself. The computer's cold efficiency had kill all your friends and most of your family. And for what!? some damn illegal super clone.
"Wait computer," Doe said. "how are we supposed to survive over two years if the out side world is not safe?"
"Nutrient, RFPs, Canned foods, and water sufficient to feed 550 humans for six months. Short venture out side the compound may be taken without significant health risk; thus planting may begin with three months when the season allows." The computer explained. "ERROR: ERROR: Think you survivers can get along with that, Asshole?... System switching to sleep mode in order to address ERROR." The lights dimmed, and you could hear engine slowwing down in the distance.
"What the hell was that?" Doe asks.
"I have no idea" you answer. This was not going to be fun. Nutrient is a gooey pale substance, that really just looked like cum, felt like snot, but which contained almost every protien, vitamin, fatty acid, and simple sugar the human body needs, never spoils, and tastes like metallic boiled chalk, fish, and oddly enough honey. RFPs is short for "Real Food Packets" and the were anything but. They were sealed up and dried out so that they wouldn't go bad for a thousand years. You look forward to your first harvest, and catching wild game, hopefully it should be etible. The SEED ship had come before colonist ship to spread Earth plants and animals years before your ship had left, but if the atmosphere was so bad the ship would not deem it safe for over fifty years, you have your doubts if any of it took hold.
You sigh and ask Doe, "So where do we go from here?"
You look down on Project Genesis. She has slipped one hand between her legs and of all things seems to be play with herself whilst sucking her thumb.
Where do we go from here?
