Nightshift 46: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 [M-U for Sechs]
He'd spent his whole life trying to be unique, but that was a lesson in failure from the very beginning. Genetically, there was no way he could ever be an individual save for the fact that he had changed his own gender, but that hardly separated him from his Original. In all truths, though, the doctor preferred the copy - the creature before him allowed for much better research options. The doctor had gone so far as to tailor fit the experiment to him, AR-6 aka Sechs.
But all his struggles would come to naught soon. His desire for identity, his desire to be strong on his own, all of those selfish desires would be turned back on him. The doctor laughed a little under his breath, seated in a chair nearby as he waited for the replica to awaken. The man was securely fastened - arms, waist, neck, legs, head, everything locked to an open backed examining chair with thick metal cuffs that likely did little to aid his comfort. They weren't there for comfort after all - they were to keep him still, absolutely still. Not a single inch could be afforded, allowing him only to flex his fingers and toes, move his eyes and shoot off that fiery mouth of his.
The doctor chuckled again and pressed a button in his pocket. In an instant, an overhead light snapped on, flooding Sech's body in a circle of garish fluorescent light. That would certainly wake him up. And it would serve to blind the man so he could only see the doctor dressed in shadows - save for the barest of features, a smile here, a gesture there, but nothing else to identity him.
"AR-6, designation Sechs, isn't it? Time to play your part, clone."
But all his struggles would come to naught soon. His desire for identity, his desire to be strong on his own, all of those selfish desires would be turned back on him. The doctor laughed a little under his breath, seated in a chair nearby as he waited for the replica to awaken. The man was securely fastened - arms, waist, neck, legs, head, everything locked to an open backed examining chair with thick metal cuffs that likely did little to aid his comfort. They weren't there for comfort after all - they were to keep him still, absolutely still. Not a single inch could be afforded, allowing him only to flex his fingers and toes, move his eyes and shoot off that fiery mouth of his.
The doctor chuckled again and pressed a button in his pocket. In an instant, an overhead light snapped on, flooding Sech's body in a circle of garish fluorescent light. That would certainly wake him up. And it would serve to blind the man so he could only see the doctor dressed in shadows - save for the barest of features, a smile here, a gesture there, but nothing else to identity him.
"AR-6, designation Sechs, isn't it? Time to play your part, clone."