A Sparrow is Born

The tall harsh looking man monitored the computer carefully, pacing the room back and forth. The programming was almost complete, and then this clone could be removed from the vat. His best creation yet, even if it was just in his own opinion.Why that woman wanted the last clone was beyond him, but this one, this one was perfection in the flesh. Even if it was decarbonized flesh.

An hour later, the form was pulled from the tube of glass. He was shoved roughly into an icy shower to test him. He shivered, the tactile programming for temperature was perfect. The man smiled and took the alpha clone into a dark room, and left him there. Watching through a one way mirror, He watched as the clone's head whipped back and forth, the tangles of black hair whipping across his face and shoulders as he trembled and shook. The doctor took notes, and nodded to his thugs.

The clone looked around. This time he was tied to an X shaped bed thing, strapped down. A huge filthy man looked his naked form over, eyeing his ample endowment before raising a hand over his head. Again and again the man slammed his hand down onto the clone, prompting the bound form to scream and cry in it's pain. The doctor took more notes. The tactile programming for pain was perfection, now to test pleasure.

The tiny brunette ran her hands over the clone's body very slowly and very lightly, his body responding quickly and eagerly to her gentle caresses. The doctor noted this too and nodded to his assistant. She promptly dragged her razor sharp nails down his chest, drawing thin lines of protoblood from him.

The doctor gave orders to his thugs once more, and the alpha clone was tossed into a cell with another clone. They tried talking, but the older clone was unable to make sense of anything, sounding much like a 5 year old child when he talked, only wanting to draw with the little rocks he found on the floor. They made small white marks on the walls of the black cell.

They huddled there together for days.Only given enough protoblood to keep them going. Then the cell door opened and in stepped a beautiful, statuesque blonde. She spoke gently to them, dressed them, and took them home.