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Here�s the second part of Chapter Five. It�s a late birthday present from me to you (May
11). I�m sorry for the wait, and for a short chapter.

Traits:

C#: Clone, and then the number of the clone

H: Human (indicates half-Bionic, as
half-Bionics genetically have all traits of their parents (but may not show
them all))

F/M: Female/Male

A: Connective (Augmentation/Amplification � boosts strengths of others)

C: Calculating (really really smart)

F: Flexibility (agile and bendy)

L: Linguistic (good with languages)

M: Morphable
(able to manipulate self/environment)

P: Psychic (supernatural or mental
abilities)

Q: Speed (Quick � 50 mph for pure Bionics)

R: Regenerative (Fast healing)

S: Strength (physical strength without
bulky muscles)

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Bionic � Life � Part 2

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Ogata entered the security office, where each wall was
covered in vid-screens, each displaying the view from a different camera. A grouping of four screens showed his
half-Bionic, HMCLR, curled up in a corner of its cell, a blanket pulled around
its small body. Dr. Catalonia
sat near those monitors, writing something in her notebook. To the left, a couple guards were laughing as
they watched the other half-Bionic the scientists had captured.

Wondering what was so funny about a captured half-Bionic,
Ogata looked over. He wished he hadn�t. The scene on another four monitors seemed to
be from some porno. No less then five
guards were in the other half-Bionic�s cell.
�What is that?�

Dr. Catalonia glanced over at his
disturbed voice. �One generally calls
that �fucking,� Doctor,� she replied, a hint of amusement on her face.

�It�s rape,� Ogata replied bluntly.

�It�s not like it�s human.�
Dorothy�s response was cool. �Besides,
it�s beautiful, and can�t say no.�

�It looks like it tried.�
Ogata gestured to the chains, tasers, and metal clubs being used to keep
the strong half-Bionic under control while the guards had their �fun.� �With that much restraint � the half-Bionic
could be severely damaged! That�s
government property-�

�And I authorized it.�
Gokiso, the scientist assigned to HMCPS, the half-Bionic in question,
came into the room. �We�re making an
attempt to break its spirit. That creature is too feisty to test � its mind
needs to be broken before the abilities of its body can be accurately
measured.�

�Let me remind you, Dr. Ogata, that these are not human
children you see before you, but half-Bionics, nothing more than tools in the
hands of humanity. They may show life,
but they are hardly equal to humans.�

Ogata was silent as Gokiso went to look at HMCLR with
Dorothy. �So this is yours, eh?�

Dorothy nodded once. �Yes. HMCLR shows remarkable healing abilities �
better even then the full-blooded Bionics with similar talents. His recovery times, however, have been
increasing.�

�Dr. Catalonia
and I believe that HMCLR�s mood affects its recovery,� Ogata said. �If anything, HMCLR seems to have become
depressed. Its mood darkens each day,
and its recovery time subsequently goes up.
We have yet to find a method to test this hypothesis-�

�Fuck it,� Gokiso said with a shrug. �That�ll drastically change its mood, and, if
recovery time really does depend on mood, then its recovery time should
drastically change too. And it keeps the
creature�s guards content.�

Ogata stared at Dorothy, who merely shrugged. �He has a point.�

Ogata closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
�Once. Just once. One person, one time, for scientific purposes
only.�

�As the doctor ordered.�
Dorothy smirked as she turned back to her notepad. This would be interesting�

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Sixth batch Bionics were supposed to be submissive and
obedient. So was seventh batch, eight
batch � all the way through twelfth batch.

But Bionics were made by humans. Humans weren�t perfect. There were bound to be some mistakes.

Yang Hai (MCFL) counted himself among those mistakes. He was a twelfth batch Bionic, and played the
role of a stupid slave each day to keep from attracting unwanted attention (and
reeducation). He was so good at playing dumb that he had even
been trusted to feed the clones.

There were currently ten clones in the Tokyo Science
Facilities, ranging in appearance from three to nine years old. There had been twelve clones until the most
recent testing, where the oldest two had died in the middle of an experiment
(the scientists, not wanting a repeat of the incident that had resulted in the
deaths of two half-Bionics, were trying to come up with a tranquilizer that
wasn�t fatal to half-Bionics. Clones of
a captured half-Bionic were the perfect lab rats). They hadn�t been replaced yet.

Yang Hai set the trays of specially engineered Rapid Growth
food in front of each clone, offering them friendly smiles. They just stared back at him with sad,
unblinking golden eyes, and began eating slowly.

Yang Hai didn�t blame them.
Their lives were limited to a small 5x5x5 box. He would be the only living thing they saw
until they had the bodies of 10 year olds and the tests began.

Yang Hai shook his head before entering the last cell. This clone was another mistake. C13HMCLR, affectionately dubbed �Le Ping� by
Yang Hai, wasn�t listless and sad. He
ran around his box when he was alone, and he squeezed all the air out of Yang
Hai�s lungs when the older Bionic came in with his meals.

Le Ping refused to eat if he couldn�t sit in Yang Hai�s lap
at the same time. He once told Yang Hai
that this was just a ruse to keep the other around for as long as possible � he
hated being cooped up alone. To the
scientists, Le Ping�s speech was no more than meaningless sounds, but the
linguistic Yang Hai had picked up the meanings behind the chirps and growls,
and he sometimes could even communicate with the clone.

Usually, during meals, Yang Hai would hold Le Ping in his
lap and stroke his hair while telling him about the outside world � or at least
the replica of it contained in the Bionics� dome. Today, however, Yang Hai described a detailed
floor plan of the building they were in � namely the easiest way to sneak from
this cell to an exit. Le Ping listened,
eating slowly to give Yang Hai plenty of time to explain things. The food ran out shortly after Yang Hai
finished. With one last ruffle of Le
Ping�s hair, Yang Hai chirped, Good luck,
and left the cell. He closed the
door carefully, making sure it didn�t click locked, and he didn�t look back.

With the death of those other two clones, Le Ping was now
the oldest, and therefore next in line for testing. Yang Hai would rather never see the boy again
then have to carry his body out of an experiment room.

Behind him, Le Ping carefully pushed the door open and made
his escape.

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�Another foreigner, Mitani?�

�Sarcasm doesn�t suit you, Tsutsui.� Mitani set the food next to Tsutsui and
retired to the other side of the roof.

�Where did you get this?�

�I bought it.�

�And where did you get the money?� Mitani didn�t answer. Tsutsui tried again. �Did you steal it?�

�I didn�t steal it.�
Mitani�s voice was quiet, his back to Tsutsui.

�Then were did you get it?�
Tsutsui crossed the roof and sat next to Mitani. �If it�s not stolen�� He placed a hand on Mitani�s hunched shoulders,
feeling the younger boy tense and try to pull away. �Mitani?�
He bent his head, peering beyond Mitani�s bright hair. To his shock, there was a tear running down
Mitani�s cheek. Mitani never cried. �Mitani!
What happened? How did you get this
money?�

Mitani just shook his head, turning away from Tsutsui. Tsutsui did not accept this response. He caught Mitani�s arm, pulling him into a
hug. �What�s going on?� Mitani didn�t pull away, but he didn�t relax
against Tsutsui either. Tsutsui took a
deep breath, trying to think of how to deal with this. He frowned, sniffing the air. �Lavender?�

Tsutsui knew he had hit a sore spot when Mitani stiffened
further and attempted to pull away.
Tsutsui didn�t let him, though.
�Mitani, why do you smell like lavender?�

�I��

�Mitani, tell me.
Where did you get the money?�

Mitani hid his face in Tsutsui�s shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was muffled. �I�m a whore.�

Tsutsui took a deep breath.
Mitani didn�t mean that. He was
just cutting himself down. �Don�t say
that about yourself, Mitani. Just tell
me where you got the money. As long as
you didn�t steal it, I won�t be mad at you.�

�I�m a whore,� Mitani repeated. �A prostitute. A slut.
A male mistress to a rich fat guy.
I spread my legs for a meal and a paltry fee to keep us both alive a few
more days.�

As Mitani spoke, Tsutsui could hear the self-loathing
growing in his voice. �What about Kaga?�
he asked, saying the first thing on his mind.

Mitani clenched his hands in Tsutsui�s shirt and shook his
head. �He doesn�t know. I haven�t told him � and don�t you tell him
either!�

�He�ll be furious,� Tsutsui said, running a variety of job
possibilities through his mind. There
just had to be a way to keep Mitani
out of strangers� beds.

�I know,� Mitani whispered.
�But if I don�t, we starve.�

�No, there�s another option, there has to be!�

�It�s too late.�
Mitani turned his face aside, resting his cheek against Tsutsui�s
shoulder. �I agreed to sleep with him
Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights, for �7,500 a night, from now on.�

Tsutsui wrapped his arms around Mitani, marveling at how
small he seemed. �You shouldn�t be
having sex! You�re only twelve.�

�Thirteen,� Mitani whispered. �It�s my birthday today.�

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Identified Bionics:

Ashiwara Hiroyuki HMA??

Fujiwara no Sai MCLR

Hong Su-Yeong HMQ??

Ichikawa Harumi FARS

Isumi Shinchirou HMM??

Kaga Tetsuo HMCPS

Ko Yong-Ha HML??

Kurata Atsushi HMP??

Le Ping C13HMCLR

Mitani Yuuki HMF??

Saeki Kouji HMMP?

Shindou Hikaru MACCPPR

Shindou Matsuo MACP

Shindou Mitsuko FCPR

Touya Akiko FCMP

Touya Akira HMCMP

Tsutsui Kimihiro HMAC?

Waya Yoshitaka HMCLR

Waya�s Mother FCLR

Yang Hai MCFL

The reason this took so long was because I had promised my
friend Clees some Kaga rapage in return for a short Kaga/Mitani she had written
for me. Except� as you can see� I kinda didn�t write Kaga rapage. I just hinted at it. V__V I can write just about anything else,
but hardcore sex scenes� it just doesn�t work.

IF there is anyone out there who writes smut well and would
be interested in helping me, I would appreciate the addition of a lemony
co-writer. If not� no detailed sex. Unless I get in a funky mood. Which does happen occasionally� but the
results usually aren�t all that great.

Anyway � Le Ping is the 13^th clone of Waya. He looks like he�s 9 years old, he speaks his
own made-up language� and he�s just escaped the lab and is free in the world.

Horizont � I don�t know if they�ll
ever be able to stop hiding. We�ll have
to work on that. No Akira or Hikaru in
this part, maybe the next one though. I
hope your exams went well!

~Crawler
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