Kelvin Weyland looked at his ID. It was a piece of metal, the size of most playing cards, and it caught stars from the lighting overhead, gleaming with its polished finish around his imprinted image. He blinked and caressed a corner with an elegant thumb. Eighteen. Not that age mattered much in his position. He was worth more than kings to their countries. He owned planets. He could make war on fields that other boys his age only lived through manufactured games. He could drink if he wanted, he could do anything, really. But this meant he was biologically a man, at least - the age when he ought to make something out of himself. It made the handsome lad smile bitterly. He looked around at the office. People were striding, controlled but hurrying to keep the company up and running. He had put them to work so that he wouldn't have to. The crew was maintenance so that he was free to expand. Business was just like war, and he was equipped, or rather, lacked what others were afflicted with to prevent them from making the wrong choice. His moves were cold and effective, and he consumed other companies.<br/><br/>It had started on his second month of birth. He understood the symmetry of his nursery, and solved the problems laid out for an infant easily. Peter, who would like the title of Father, had always believed in him the way a coach does. That man liked to give orders, and had done so about the child's aggressive education. Kelvin was encouraged to grow, and had the world at his disposal. Peter got excited about his adolescent obsession with violence, and nurtured it. But like any boy with hormonal rivers in his veins, Kelvin rebelled. He did have an interest in war and it's effects, but started looking at population control in a more overreaching scope. They started consulting him on some of the economical dilemmas of Weyland Ind. He asserted the benefits of each laid out choice and made his own. Weyland eventually gifted the boy with his own branch. Vin Inc. Some say it was so that boy wouldn't overshadow the father. Vin didn't really care. He was amused with amassing wealth for a while, but his strive for things to fill up this hole was becoming acute. And here he was, twirling the proof that he'd come of age without really knowing himself.<br/><br/>He stood up and looked through a giant, bulletproof window at the sky. There was a ghost of himself in the reflection. Bright afternoon. He wore a blue suit, because his father liked gray. His hair was black and his eyes were so blue they were fading into silver. Sometimes, in the mornings, he could see mercury worms slither alone the whites. He'd ascertained that he had different biology than the rest of humanity, and that his father was deeply invested into that kind of research. It helped him alienate himself from the man, knowing that. Still, a looming shadow of a non-blood-father is something that is not entirely easy to escape. He hated Peter, and that is still more than nothing - everything that is more than nothing takes energy to get rid of. And then what was there? He'd part from the most powerful company in the world, and be without his only connection to his origin. The scientists wouldn't talk, and the technology he needed wouldn't be available. Mostly, he spent his night hunting. All this violence in him, like he was made from an animal. His cold decisions came from somewhere too, he knew. He looked at the sky between clouds of pollution, and wondered where in the universe Peter had hidden the answers.<br/><br/>Kel was in that direction, as far as man could go. The sleep they induced was swimming in him. In the beginning they'd not known how much he needed to stay down, and they saturated him with the formula. They kept an eye on the evolution of his blood, which was always trying to change in a way to avoid the sedatives. The budget for keeping the alien down was staggering, but well worth it. Throughout the years, he'd moved his hand a few times. He didn't know, of course. He didn't know anything. The dreams he had were becoming increasingly worrisome, since he'd figured out what they were, long ago. Not that he had full access to his mind, not with all the cocktails they fed him through tubes in his arms and neck. He had enough self in those dreams to realize he was suffering, intellectually and individually, but not enough to break himself out of it, or to see what was happening on the outside. Even that much he couldn't hold on to, through his adventures in his subconscious. It was a torture no one intended for him, and that unfortunate happenstance might have been the sole genius move of their entire operation. It was teaching the formerly cold being about the value of emotions, since he was always living the echoes of them now.<br/><br/>Kel was brought to life too, but he was still mostly held down by powerful alloy bands, with plenty of sleep still in his system. His eyes opened. The wound courtesy of Nathan had shrunken and hardened on his face, now only a sun around that eye, which was still a ball of silver. He looked tired even if the rest of his nude body was in good shape. They wouldn't have let their specimen waste away. How many times had they measured his cock just for the hilarity of it. There had been perversion there, when he'd slept. It had given him particularly hectic dreams. Zara was there, but her expression was wrong. She was beautiful, as he remembered, but her skin, though smooth, looked too soft. It was't taut like a soldier's. This person had been recently born. She was made for a purpose. Still, it was pleasant to look at his love as she pressed her slightly off-colored nipples against the glass. When he tried to move there was a large flood of sleep rushing into his veins and he almost slipped back into his coma. The impostor reached for her cunt and kissed the glass to leave a sticky print.<br/><br/>He looked on as she put two fingers into herself and fogged up the clear barrier. By the glow in her eyes he could tell she was seeing graphs and information from her side. He tried to pull at the restraints again, and this time he was allowed to test the pressure a bit before the lulling came back. Whoever was doing this wanted him to interact with this clone, so he decided to play along. It wasn't difficult to relax, and enjoy the show, which eventually earned the performer a salut. He wondered if his own Zara would have minded. Their last words had been about how carefree she was about these things. The people in charge weren't about to sacrifice this woman, though, mostly because it would mean having to give him his freedom back in parts. Kel rolled a shoulder where they'd mounted him standing. If he forgot about the things they had wrong, it could easily be Zara, especially through the fog they'd treated him to. But he'd had his fill of fake realities during his sleep. He needed to do something about this one. Would they slip up in their eager to examine him? All he could do was play their game.<br/><br/>"Do you like her, Subject Kel?" Zara's voice asked through speakers he couldn't see. He tilted his head. They were giving him more consciousness to answer with. His eyelids expanded their flare. "Your heartrate suggests it. Apart from... the obvious physical reactions." Cheeky for a labcoat, but not Zara.<br/><br/>"Can I invite her?" he asked and his throat felt strange. Zara laughed, and within that series of sounds the voice changed. The real woman, then. She was well enunciated, and low in tone. Zara's copy straightened up after a climax, panting against the glass, forehead pressed to it for a while. And then men came to supply her with clothes. A simple gown, and then a white robe with a card on it. Janice Shaw. She corrected glasses with the hand that was still wet from her juices.<br/><br/>"You can, but we have other things to deal with first." she said. How impossibly perverse that this woman had put herself into a clone of his partner. This kind of obsession he could use. Janice must be someone of importance to utilize such tech indulgently. Kel was finding that his thoughts were cleaner. He assumed Janice was about to slip up. "Look at the screen, Silverman." she said. There was a valved square suddenly, over her head, a projection in the glass, and Kel lost his composure when her saw what was happening on the screen. "We have noticed a hidden agent in your blood. It is produced by the combination of several other things, but we couldn't trigger it in your sleep. It seemed you have a way to evolve when stressed. We only saw remnants of it when we first caught you, and have traced it to your fight and flight response." she said as the brute between the real Zara's legs had his little speech. Kel huffed and put his teeth hard together, pulling at his arm as though he could come to Zara through the picture feed. He coughed with frustration as his anger burned their sleep away.<br/><br/>Mat had gotten into this line of work because he had an affinity for bullying. It had started early and because of his seize he'd always had an easy time doing it. Eventually, after clashing with some higher ups in the military, he ended up in the private sector, which suited him much better. They weren't so restrained, and the people who took care of his employment realized early what kind of work he was best suited for. He'd been treated to all kinds of questionable missions. They pitted him against strong adversaries and he was usually able to come out ontop. He'd not hesitated to step forward when asked to do this, and already had plans as to what to do with her. Pretty thing like Zara Dawson who the world had forgotten about, she was basically there just for him, and her snatch was ready, judging by the tightness. She'd been a soldier they said, and he didn't mind fucking one of his own. He tried a third finger in her and then looked at the camera drone flying about the room. It excited him to know he was doing this with the full backing of Weyland Industries.<br/><br/>He didn't really know what he was up against, but he thought he could best any man in the size apartment. Matthew stood tall, looking down at her as he produced a limb that was impressive for a man - he couldn't dream of that the limb was dwarfed by the thing that had made Zara what she now was. He jerked himself to complete fullness. Matthew was of a hairier design than the otherwise clean Kel. He treated himself to grab one of her very available tits and sighed with satisfaction as he squeezed. He backhanded her if she had any objections. "You wanna know what real human cock feels like, Dawson?" asked with a grin, hair on his head as short as the stubble on his chin as he looked down at the provided toy for him. "Lets see if I can make you feel better than that freak you've been hanging out with."<br/><br/>Kel was fixated on the screens that presented him the event. He knew he shouldn't struggle, even if his adrenaline was able to undo the chemicals in his blood. Instead he reached out with his senses, and found the Three. That creature had been endlessly tested, since it didn't have as much value to the company. It had lived its own life during their slumber. The original three were probably long since used to their new existence. The creature started acting up, and attacking its confinement. A few assistants gathered around Janice, and she showed a bewildered face when she was told about the creature. They had been sloppy about its cell since they thought they knew its strength by now, but its new surge, brought on by Kel's connection to it, had boosted its abilities. Kel smiled at the face that had painstakingly been made to look like his love.<br/><br/>Mat obviously had every intention of sampling this exotic woman, having crawled up to where her legs were parted and unlatched one of her legs for his own leverage, when the facility shook. Zara's clone looked at Kel, who smiled back at her as the roaring vibrated the fortified walls. His most silver eye was distant, and seeing through the Three Creature's senses. He grinned at the screens just as the monster broke through in the background.