• For the time after the experimental massacre I've done numerous tests not

    only in myself but also on those who shares my blood, particularly "my" clones. Although

    some would still consider human testing evil and cruel, they didn't think that doing tests

    on yourself applies to that particular law, though some who've seen me do this would say

    otherwise, people like that just can't leave me and my children alone, but, I've already

    begun those tests on my children before they were created. I've planned, tweaked, molded,

    welded, bypassed, even bled into making a specific gene, and upon their birth they've all

    shared my blood, but, with a different face and body. I don't know they're powers or what

    the tests results were, but I don't keep em in cages like animals, they are my children after

    all, and as the man who's blood they were created from, I let them roam free around my

    home like any parent "should."

    Over fifty clones are born after my one year of testing out in the Peruvian Andes, though

    the construction on how I built my home should remain a secret because only my first born

    can answer that, only he died on that weekend, that dreaded weekend, and he's a part of me

    now and forever, leaning on my back, guiding me, even protecting me, though I still lost my

    voice and nothing can change that. Now back to what I'm doing, I brought my 22nd and 11th

    sons, Elvis and Dy, though I had to convince their COs if I could steal em away for a bit for a

    little check up on how their powers have grown. Dy has always loved dance music and have

    made a few of his own though with that skill I gave him a sonic-pressure gene which in turn

    if he hits a base line along with a deep and heavy beat the air pressure forming around the

    sound wave would be pushed in the opposite direction creating a gust like force that can

    either shove or displace anything that the pressure hits, and now he's able to push a tank

    10 ft off the ground as if it was a prius, but, he does have good music to do that. As for Elvis

    well it wouldn't take a long for anyone to figure what he can do, but as for him, plucking a

    string or strumming a note does more than rocking the heart of a person, it can either move

    or tear a person in half and yes I've seen that happen once, poor soul didn't have a chance

    to run away with my wallet... Well karma's a "B" word right? Both Dy and Elvis can use any

    specific instrument that allows them to use their abilities though my friends in OllinTek

    sought to recruit them which I let them and so they gave my sons amplifiers to allow them to do

    much more than what I've mentioned, but, those results are best kept to me and OllinTek's

    poindexters of their Savant corps. Perhaps playing God doesn't mean your the one directing

    the play, maybe your just directing the end of the beginning. "Nihil sub sole Novum," as they say

    in the labs... Nothing new under the sun... maybe they should say something like, "God is not

    immortal, because he's like us and have always been like us."