Something like that. [ For all the rest of society seem to think, the clones may as well be robots. After all, they don’t live past 5-8 years anyways. Replaceable, forgettable, a dime a dozen. Well, a lot of dimes a dozen, but enough that the nations can afford it.
The topic of KN gene, however, has Andyr blinking back up to him a moment, something hesitant there, and an odd feeling sneaks in, something he hasn’t really felt in years, at least in relation to this. Shame. For what he is, for what the outlook on him for this one gene has taught him. Then again, he hadn’t really had any normal people he cared about the opinions of in six and a half years to feel awkward around for it. Let alone one who knows nothing about his world and all that’s screwed up in it. Swallowing, the rifle sits idle over his knees for a moment, Andyr picking at the safety, flipping it one way and the other. ]
Kerns-Norman gene. It’s this thing only a few people have. Something like two or three percent of the population. When it activates in a host, it starts up rapid, free mutation, evolving the body to be more durable, boosts the immune system, improves organ function. [ Normal humans have had organ failure sky rocket, illness that just keeps coming back. the human genome crippled and weak. The KN gene had been nature’s way of reformatting life. ] People figured out it a few things - that KNs are durable enough to live through pharmaceutical human testing, that it allows someone to augment a human’s biology through surgery, and that it makes cloning possible, along with gene splicing.
[ picking the rifle back up, he hands it off to venom, done playing with it for now, while he’s explaining. ] So, KN1s, like me, get these things drilled into their backs. [ a tap to the port at the base of his neck ] And every few days, some lab tech sucks out some genetic material from spinal fluid, and spliced up a new model of clones.
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The topic of KN gene, however, has Andyr blinking back up to him a moment, something hesitant there, and an odd feeling sneaks in, something he hasn’t really felt in years, at least in relation to this. Shame. For what he is, for what the outlook on him for this one gene has taught him. Then again, he hadn’t really had any normal people he cared about the opinions of in six and a half years to feel awkward around for it. Let alone one who knows nothing about his world and all that’s screwed up in it. Swallowing, the rifle sits idle over his knees for a moment, Andyr picking at the safety, flipping it one way and the other. ]
Kerns-Norman gene. It’s this thing only a few people have. Something like two or three percent of the population. When it activates in a host, it starts up rapid, free mutation, evolving the body to be more durable, boosts the immune system, improves organ function. [ Normal humans have had organ failure sky rocket, illness that just keeps coming back. the human genome crippled and weak. The KN gene had been nature’s way of reformatting life. ] People figured out it a few things - that KNs are durable enough to live through pharmaceutical human testing, that it allows someone to augment a human’s biology through surgery, and that it makes cloning possible, along with gene splicing.
[ picking the rifle back up, he hands it off to venom, done playing with it for now, while he’s explaining. ] So, KN1s, like me, get these things drilled into their backs. [ a tap to the port at the base of his neck ] And every few days, some lab tech sucks out some genetic material from spinal fluid, and spliced up a new model of clones.
Mine usually go to military purposes.