"You don’t seem to be very happy with the regulations here, Subject Number 77."
What a petty man.
I stared at the doctor coldly and remained silent. I didn’t even deserve my own na here.
"You should take a look at the system I’ve established." He lifted his hand and pointed at the pod next to mine.
The staff mber released the subject inside. It was a beautiful woman.
As if she was a hollow shell, the woman walked toward the doctor.
"Kneel," he said in a low voice.
The woman didn’t hesitate at all. She imdiately knelt down next to his feet.
He flashed a smile like he was bragging. However, it also served as a warning. It implied that I should be just as obedient, like so kind of dog...
"You’re disgusting." I smiled in response. "n like you are probably at the lowest of lows in society, right?
"Are you only here looking for so sort of validation because you couldn’t get any in the outside world? Do you know what they call people like you? Trash."
My provocation angered him, and his expression darkened. He pressed the button outside of the pod with a twisted smile.
"I’ll show you that I’m in charge here."
All of a sudden, ice-cold water began pouring down from the top.
Subsequently, he turned on the air-conditioning of the pod...
My entire body was shivering. I slamd my fists against the walls in anger, but my efforts were futile. The staff mber was mildly nervous. "Dr. Alan, she’s... a subject that the higher-ups told us to look after specifically. If sothing were to happen to her, that’d make things difficult for us..."
My body temperature went out of balance in an instant. My body stiffened, and I fell to the ground. A burning sensation spread across my skin.
After the hypothermia kicked in, I didn’t feel cold anymore. Instead, I felt like I was being burned alive.
The devil stood outside watching, waiting for to beg for rcy.
"Watch her temperature. As long as her life isn’t in danger, let her stay freezing. Cut the air-conditioning when she learns how to beg for rcy..." the doctor instructed.
"Dexter..." My consciousness beca scattered at the brink of death, and my brain replayed the image I wanted to see the most.
Dexter...
I couldn’t die.
I couldn’t possibly leave him behind again—I couldn’t!
Suddenly, a siren began blaring. My heart rate started to beco erratic.
My electrocardiogram flatlined.
The staff mbers were horrified. They pressed the control panel in a panic and frantically opened the door to the pod.
Alan was stunned as well. He didn’t expect to be this fragile. "Open the door and start CPR. Get her heart rate back up. Sodium bicarbonate! Hurry!"
The machine was still blaring. Shoving the staff mbers aside, the doctor rushed in and gave CPR himself.
His panic cald . The truth serum hadn’t made lose my value after all.
He didn’t dare to let die.
All of a sudden, a pained scream rang out across the pod. I had pinned Alan below in one swift
movent and pressed my fingers against his eyeballs, slowly increasing the pressure.
He was struggling against , screaming violently. Blood started seeping out.
I shot a look of warning at the staff mbers who were rushing in.
"Tell the person in charge of the lab that I want to see her!" I growled. I wanted to see Nancy. My guess was she was the one in charge of this laboratory.
Alan wanted to free himself from my grip, but he didn’t dare to anger .
"Don’t move, or I’ll dig out your eyeballs. You should know pretty well that the organization won’t kill a valuable subject like over a doctor like you..." I threatened him in a low voice.
Then, I looked at the experintal subject that was still kneeling outside. "You, get up!"
She didn’t seem like she was listening to .
The doctor laughed maniacally. "They only listen to ."
I replied blankly and leaned against the doorfra. "Do you think I’d believe that?"
Annoyed by my attitude, Nancy scoffed. "I guess you won’t believe it till you see for yourself."
The corner of her lips curved up as she said again, "I forgot to tell you, the Sophia I sent over is not just genetically optimized. It’s also extrely easy for her body to get pregnant.
"rging a geno-edited subject and a genetically modified being and thus allowing the most perfect genes to combine through natural conception has always been part of our plans..."
She looked at and continued, "This experint plan was put forward by Sophia’s parents too... Geno Society used to be against letting a geno-edited genius and genetically modified subject co in contact with each other, lest sothing goes wrong."
After all, it was two extrely intelligent individuals. If they got together to discuss how to go against Geno Society, that would be dangerous. That was why Geno Society didn’t want them near each other.
"But Sophia’s parents couldn’t bring themselves to tear them apart. Hence, they intentionally suggested plans for genetic rging through natural conception. They wanted the pair to get together and produce offspring through natural thods to see what the child would be like."
They wanted to see what kind of evolution effect would occur if two sets of allegedly perfect genetics were to rge.
"As soon as the plan was put forward, the leader of Geno Society beca extrely interested and gave them the green light to proceed."
"However, as Sophia grew older, we found out that her parents had hidden certain data from the lab. They’d also hidden the fact that Sophia’s body wasn’t able to produce healthy offspring..."
I inhaled deeply. My parents kept it from Geno Society out of fear they’d separate and Dexter if they did...
So, it was inevitable that we were torn apart in the end. Geno Society must’ve found out.
The car accident when I was 18, the mory loss, the death of my parents, then growing up in the Coleman household and falling in love with Damien...
All of this seed like a coincidence, but every turning point in my life seed to have so kind of involvent with Geno Society.
"Initially, when we were creating subjects like you, we couldn’t avoid the fact that each of you possessed so kind of flaw. Sophia’s was her personality. She didn’t have any feelings or empathy. She couldn’t blend into society. She didn’t have healthy reproductive abilities either."
So, Sophia wasn’t able to have children. She was an intelligent and unfeeling subject. Unfortunately, nature didn’t allow soone with such dangerous genetics to reproduce.
"And you, Sophia... You’re suspicious, rash, and have drastic personality changes upon being provoked. You’re also incredibly skilled at impersonation."
"You might not have the intelligence that Sophia possessed, but you’re not too shabby either. Besides, your body is healthy enough to reproduce." She looked at like she was picking out groceries in a market.
"As for the one sent to Dexter... Technically, she is Sophia Milford a clone born from the sa embryo. There’s no one more similar, and their genes are identical as well."
No matter how one looked at it, Sophia No. 2 resembled Sophia more than I did.
"Dexter won’t touch her..." I said in a low voice. My fists were trembling from anger.
"I’ll co and deliver the good news when Sophia shows early signs of pregnancy." Nancy laughed. She waited until the rcenaries took care of the body and the subjects in the pods before turning to leave.
"Ms. Lee, the doctor threw away her al... Should we..." the assistant asked softly. Knowing that I was worth a lot of money, she was probably worried that I’d starve.
"She won’t starve to death just by skipping a al," Nancy replied briefly. She took a few steps before halting. A smile was plastered on her face.
"Right, the president of Crowdstar Group chose to adopt you, so your life is basically in his hands. You should be on your best behavior... Your owner is fully aware of all your actions in this pod." She pointed at the cara above .
I looked up and stayed silent.
Geno Society treated us like animals in a zoo. Then, they slapped labels onto us and sold us off to the wealthy. So of the subjects were shipped off to satisfy the lust of rich n while others were sent to labs for drug testing.
So were also sent to beco reproductive machines or living supplies for organ transplants. Additionally, so of the wealthy with rare blood types would purchase subjects with the sa blood type, turning them into their own personal blood bank.
There was nothing Geno Society couldn’t do, only sins that one could never imagine.
They had completely utilized and harbored the worst of humanity.
I had to admit, though, that those who established the entire structure of the organization and developed it into what it was today were all geniuses.
So said that geniuses were often crazy. However, in reality, they could either be God or the devil himself. So used their gifts to help the diseased, and so used them to serve their country. Yet, so chose to utilize their gifts for horrifying, inhumane things.
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