vertically from the ground. An Isa and Willy clone walk out. The three quickly enter.
“I told you I’d find it,” Nicky smirks at Willy.
“Even if their senses are nowhere as sensitive as ours, they may eventually figure out who we are,” Isa states.
“Yeah, let’s destroy this place and get the hell out of here, as quickly as possible,” Willy declares.
They begin to casually walk down a hall.
“I see. As usual the Chreé have the best interior decorators money can buy. Can one of them not merge with Martha Stewart?” Nicky laughs. The other two don’t find him as quite funny as he finds himself.
A clone of Nicky approaches the kids.
“Careful. When he smells us, he may be able to tell we’re not one of them,” Isa warns them.
Nicky decides to have a conversation with him. “Hey! Um … Sorry me, I mean clone, I mean, ahh … forget it.” Nicky punches him in the jaw and knocks him out. “Ha! I just knocked myself out … literally.”
A strange deep, almost robotic, voice comes through telepathically; it’s a Watcher.
“What has transpired?” The Watcher inquires in the Chreé language.**
“Our brethren was not following protocol. He was neutralized for disposal,” Willy tells the Watcher in a monotone voice.**
“Acknowledged,” the Watcher responds.**
“Phew! I overheard a guard say something like that once,” says Willy relieved. “We have to find and take out the Watchers first. Isa, can you sense them?”
Isa closes her eyes. “Yeah, I sense them, follow me.”
They try to walk inconspicuously through miles of white corridors to a small door.
“Here … we have to be fast, or they’ll alert everyone,” Isa warns them.
“I’ll take the door. Ready, go!” exclaims Willy.
With one kick, the door explodes open. There are five startled Watchers standing inside. The three immediately take all five of them out.
“Do you sense any others?” Willy asks Isa.
“No. That’s all of them.”
“Now let’s find where they make these things,” Willy says.
Willy closes his eyes and concentrates on his enhanced hearing. He has the most sensitive of the three, a trait from the grey wolf. “The most intense sounds are coming from down this hall. Follow me.”
They arrive at large double doors minutes later.
“Wow! Bigger white doors!” Nicky grins. They open the doors and are stunned.
The three kids stare at rows of thousands of clones, all of them immersed in see-through basins full of a blue, gelatinous-like substance.
“Man, this is so weird. It’s like a bunch of us sleeping naked in Jell-O,” Nicky observes.
“Remember guys … they‘ll be used to enslave us all. We have to do this!” Isa reminds them.
A clone enters the room. He is wearing what looks like a clear, plastic suit over his dark, blue coveralls. The same coveralls they are all wearing. “Why are you not in ‘decam’?” he asks.
“Uh … decam? Oh yeah sorry we were just about to …”
“Order of termination for disobedience. Leave now and dispose of yourselves in the termination room.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll get right on that.” As Willy kicks the clone in the head, he slips on some of the blue, gelatinous liquid that leaked onto the floor from one of the basins. He just grazes him barely knocking him down.
“The traitors are here!” The clone sends this message telepathically to all of the clones near him. “Sense them brethren; they are in the birthing room.”**
“Hurry!” Willy yells, but it’s too late. The giant doors open and dozens of clones start pouring in.
“Oh crap!” Nicky yells. “Wow, that is a lot of sexy … the ones that look like me anyway.”
“Oh, shut up!” Isa yells.
“We have an advantage. We can telepathically link, so we can tell who’s who once the fight starts. They’ll be confused,” Willy says.
Suddenly, a gunshot is fired. They all hear the bang. Isa is hit in the leg. She doesn’t even realize it. Just like the body attacks a
“I told you I’d find it,” Nicky smirks at Willy.
“Even if their senses are nowhere as sensitive as ours, they may eventually figure out who we are,” Isa states.
“Yeah, let’s destroy this place and get the hell out of here, as quickly as possible,” Willy declares.
They begin to casually walk down a hall.
“I see. As usual the Chreé have the best interior decorators money can buy. Can one of them not merge with Martha Stewart?” Nicky laughs. The other two don’t find him as quite funny as he finds himself.
A clone of Nicky approaches the kids.
“Careful. When he smells us, he may be able to tell we’re not one of them,” Isa warns them.
Nicky decides to have a conversation with him. “Hey! Um … Sorry me, I mean clone, I mean, ahh … forget it.” Nicky punches him in the jaw and knocks him out. “Ha! I just knocked myself out … literally.”
A strange deep, almost robotic, voice comes through telepathically; it’s a Watcher.
“What has transpired?” The Watcher inquires in the Chreé language.**
“Our brethren was not following protocol. He was neutralized for disposal,” Willy tells the Watcher in a monotone voice.**
“Acknowledged,” the Watcher responds.**
“Phew! I overheard a guard say something like that once,” says Willy relieved. “We have to find and take out the Watchers first. Isa, can you sense them?”
Isa closes her eyes. “Yeah, I sense them, follow me.”
They try to walk inconspicuously through miles of white corridors to a small door.
“Here … we have to be fast, or they’ll alert everyone,” Isa warns them.
“I’ll take the door. Ready, go!” exclaims Willy.
With one kick, the door explodes open. There are five startled Watchers standing inside. The three immediately take all five of them out.
“Do you sense any others?” Willy asks Isa.
“No. That’s all of them.”
“Now let’s find where they make these things,” Willy says.
Willy closes his eyes and concentrates on his enhanced hearing. He has the most sensitive of the three, a trait from the grey wolf. “The most intense sounds are coming from down this hall. Follow me.”
They arrive at large double doors minutes later.
“Wow! Bigger white doors!” Nicky grins. They open the doors and are stunned.
The three kids stare at rows of thousands of clones, all of them immersed in see-through basins full of a blue, gelatinous-like substance.
“Man, this is so weird. It’s like a bunch of us sleeping naked in Jell-O,” Nicky observes.
“Remember guys … they‘ll be used to enslave us all. We have to do this!” Isa reminds them.
A clone enters the room. He is wearing what looks like a clear, plastic suit over his dark, blue coveralls. The same coveralls they are all wearing. “Why are you not in ‘decam’?” he asks.
“Uh … decam? Oh yeah sorry we were just about to …”
“Order of termination for disobedience. Leave now and dispose of yourselves in the termination room.”
“Yeah, okay. We’ll get right on that.” As Willy kicks the clone in the head, he slips on some of the blue, gelatinous liquid that leaked onto the floor from one of the basins. He just grazes him barely knocking him down.
“The traitors are here!” The clone sends this message telepathically to all of the clones near him. “Sense them brethren; they are in the birthing room.”**
“Hurry!” Willy yells, but it’s too late. The giant doors open and dozens of clones start pouring in.
“Oh crap!” Nicky yells. “Wow, that is a lot of sexy … the ones that look like me anyway.”
“Oh, shut up!” Isa yells.
“We have an advantage. We can telepathically link, so we can tell who’s who once the fight starts. They’ll be confused,” Willy says.
Suddenly, a gunshot is fired. They all hear the bang. Isa is hit in the leg. She doesn’t even realize it. Just like the body attacks a
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