text: I approach the cell block. All the cells are empty except for one, Skage's cell. He is sitting in the chair he has in there, not doing anything at all. We have given him books for entertainment, but it seems he is not reading them. He looks up and sees me approach.
  
  "Eve? To what do I owe this pleasure?"
  
  "I imagine someone who spends the entire day doing nothing enjoys the occasional conversation."
  
  "Nothing? An interesting word, isn't it? Inconsistant, like so many other words. You say I am doing nothing? That may be true, but at the same time, I am sitting, I am thinking, I am breathing, I am looking around, I am struggling to remove the small ounce of meat lodged between two of my teeth with my tongue, I making occasional movements while seated, changing my position to something more comfortable, scratching the surface of my skin. The list is endless."
  
  "Is endless not also one of those inconsistant words?"
  
  "No. Endless means something with no end. If something is in any way limited, it is not endless. The word is however often used as exaguration, like I did. I must admit, it gives a sentence more charm than saying 'the list is large'."
  
  "These are the kinds of things you're thinking about in here?"
  
  "No. Well, thoughts are more fluent than your DNA. They keep going from one thought to another. As such, these thoughts have occasionally arisen from time to time, but inconsistency in words has not been the prime focus."
  
  "Then what has been your prime focus?"
  
  He looks into my eyes for the first time of the conversation before saying "Kimberley."
  
  "Your wife?"
  
  "Yes. She is the main focus of my thoughts."
  
  "That's understandable. What do you think about, what you did to her."
  
  "You mean what the Mutant did to her?"
  
  "If that makes you feel better. Yes."
  
  "No. I try not to remember it. In fact, I don't even recall the actual act."
  
  "Your mind suppressed it then?"
  
  "Hopefully. I am glad I am unable to remember the time when I...when the Mutant killed her."
  
  "But are you not the Mutant? Which do you claim you are, Jonathan Skage or the Mutant."
  
  "Both."
  
  "At the same time?"
  
  "In a way."
  
  "And were you both of them at the same time when she died?"
  
  "In a way."
  
  "In what way?"
  
  "Mutant is not a personality that pushes through from time to time and causes mayhem, Mutant is...in my head."
  
  "You...you are aware of the fact that he's in your head?"
  
  "Yes. Mutant is an idea, and that idea is a personality."
  
  "The idea is a personality?"
  
  "I sound utterly crazy to you, don't I?"
  
  "Do you think you're crazy?"
  
  "I've started to ask myself that question recently. Sometimes, I convince myself that I'm not due to the fact that I asked the question myself."
  
  "Let's continue talking about the Mutant, this idea that formed a personality."
  
  "The idea didn't form the personality, the personality formed the idea."
  
  "Is...so the Mutant was an actual personality before he was an idea?"
  
  "In a way. The shock of seeing myself transformed, it temporarily changed my way of thinking. That was the Mutant, and it was in this shock that Kimberley died. That's why he is to blame. Since then, I have grown more used to my form. That's when Jonathan Skage started to form, but not until after the Mutant personality formed the idea of the Mutant, and it is there the Mutant's personality still exists."
  
  "That sounds utterly bizarre."
  
  "Perhaps. As I said, I am still wondering whether I am crazy or not."
  
  "And if you come to the conclusion that you're crazy? What then?"
  
  "I don't know. Then I'll be crazy. What do I know what a psychopath will do."
  
  "Craziness can be fixed you know."
  
  "But fixing it is in the hands of others, not in the hands of the psychopath. So what I would do remains unknown to me."
  
  "And if you're not crazy?"
  
  "I will remain here. Will I not?"
  
  "What if you were not crazy and I released you."
  
  "I would try to fulfill my promise."
  
  "In the last six months, you have admitted to regret all the people you killed in your pursuit of this promise. Despite that, you would still walk the exact same path? Why?"
  
  "For my wife."
  
  "She wouldn't want you to do this."
  
  "So you say every time you talk to me."
  
  "Am I wrong?"
  
  "Are you?"
  
  "You knew her better than I did. You tell me."
  
  "Yes. I did know her better. And yet, you have assumed you know what she would think about my promise."
  
  "Well, you tell me then. What would she think of your promise?"
  
  Skage hesitates for a short while and then looks down into the floor. "She would despise it. She would despise what I have become. She would despise the Mutant."
  
  "The Mutant didn't kill all those people in Leaftown. You did! Jonathan Skage did."
  
  "I did it to kill the Mutant."
  
  "The Mutant was never alive!"
  
  Skage looks back at me and says "you are agitated. Perhaps we should continue this conversation later."
  
  HEALTH: 100%
  
  > Leave.
  I leave the Isolation and head for the labs. Since they are researching Meckard's legacy, I feel obligated to go there from time to time to make sure we don't have another Stephan Lite on the way. The current manager of the lab is named Frederick Carlyle. As soon as I enter the lab, I see him, approaching me to greet me.
  
  "Shade. Welcome" he says with a smile on his face. He knows I have good reason for being suspicious of him, as so far, a lot of people in his poisition have brought catastrophe upon the city, so he always tries to be as friendly towards me as possible.
  
  "Frederick."
  
  "How is Andrew?"
  
  "He's fine. I thought he came to see you today?"
  
  "Oh, I'm sure he did."
  
  "You...you forgot he paid you a visit?" I ask, and then I see another Frederick Carlyle approach.
  
  He looks at his other self, looks at me again and says "ah, clearly, there are things I have yet to tell you about."
  
  "Cloning?"
  
  "Yes. Only a few months ago, we perfected the cloning of the human body. I have several clones of myself here, so I can oversee every division of the lab with equal care."
  
  "And they all behave just like you?"
  
  "Yes. We all have the same memories and the same minds, so our personalities are exactly the same."
  
  "This doesn't have anything to do with your son's trandition to Grove...did it?"
  
  One of the Fredericks looks around and then notions me to follow him. Clearly, whatever he is about to say is not something he wants everyone to know. After entering an empty room with me, he says "what happened to Andrew was a little more complicated than that. But yes, cloning was a part of it."
  
  "How?"
  
  "My son...Andrew...he died."
  
  "Died?"
  
  "Yes. Cloning wasn't perfected at that point, but we were close, and I knew we needed to test it on a human sooner or later, so I decided to clone him, before his brain deteriorated so he would retain his memories. What happened next I'm not sure. It should have worked correctly, but I suspect we didn't isolate the vat sufficiently. Something plant like was added into the mix. Whether a random splinter fell in or something along those lines or not, I do not know, but when his cells formed, they formed as hybrids of plant- and animal cells."
  
  "I see."
  
  "But, on the bright side, the fact that I did this hurried the advancement of cloning by at least four months. We would just be catching up now."
  
  "If this happened just a few months ago, why is he like he is a teenager? Doesn't he have to start as a child from cloning?"
  
  "No. Not anymore. With the DNA, we can reconstruct the person in the same condition he was when the DNA was taken. Well, obviously wounds and such the person might have do not affect the DNA."
  
  "But your son was dead when you cloned him. You don't need the subject to be alive?"
  
  "Oh no. Not at all. We only need DNA. People are paying us quite handsomely for cloning their dead relatives. We've even had a offers for cloning people that have been dead for over ten years."
  
  "Dead for so long? Surely, nothing would be left but bones."
  
  "Bones are all we need. Of course, the memories will be gone, but to meet this demand, we have designed a set of memories to install into people's minds if they don't have any memories to start with. Mainly all the basic knowledge a person needs. Walking, talking, some level of education."
  
  "So...if...if I brought you a skeleton of someone who died nearly three years ago...you could bring him back?"
  
  "You want us to clone someone for you? Why, yes. We could."
  
  If what he says is true, then I could bring Adam back. I wonder if this could be a bad idea, but if there's a chance to get Adam back, I have to take it.
  
  HEALTH: 100%