vesania
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The program was in trouble. The researchers hadn't used legal means to procure the DNA nor genetically alter it. The cloning of humans, while theirs was successful, was also a crime. They had changed DNA, mutilated the it far more genetically than would ever be seen on the surface. But when the cops went to arrest them, the researchers had vanished, along with their research and equipment.
All that remained were the babies. Each lay in a small hospital cot, and none were more than a weeks old. Labeled, on a neat handwritten card at the head of each cot was their name. Usually, a rather familiar looking name, but a name nonetheless. So the children were taken, their birthdate all labeled as the day they were found at the lab, much of the other information fudged or just completely left out, and placed into the system. As time went by, they were spread apart. And when they grew up, none of them had any knowledge of their past. They only knew one thing. That they were different from other people. Different in ways that were not always accepted. Different in ways that needed to be hidden.
It's been nineteen years to the day that the police took the children from the lab, and something terrible has happened. Nineteen year old Leon Vincent was found dead in his college dorm. An art student, all his professors and friends raved about him and how he was going places, and all were shocked to find that he'd been murdered. His boyfriend explained, through tears, that Leon was a decent guy. No one hated him, no one would have wanted to kill him.
And today, each of the children, or rather, young adults, every single one of them, received a neat, typed out note. Given to them in very strange ways, they would all come to read the following words.
"Vincent was the first. They're coming for you next.
July 30, 8 PM
4743 Judson Avenue, New York, New York."
Many would have considered it a joke, and tossed the note, had a file not been attached to it. A file detailing the police raid on the Eran Labs on July 11th, and listing the names of the multiple children who'd been found, and where they'd ended up after the fact. A file which contained all the information on their life. Information they had never even known.
"The children have been located. Begin process beta four-oh-eight."
"Yes sir. Have they any idea though, about who they are?"
"No. And I intend to keep it that way."
"But withholding that information, especially when some of them have gone insa-"
"We knew the risks of keeping them with us. It is entirely our own fault. They need not be involved."
"If they find the truth out, they won't believe it, will they?"
"Will they believe that we stole the DNA of dead historical figures to create them? No. I should hope not."
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