Corporate blueprints. I'm a Template. [ he answers immediately. something he'd mentioned to bucky before, when he was shouting at him in the pool, so fresh from his freak out. the way he'd said it then, he was being a vitriolic as possible, just angry and seething and wanting to hurt something. not the best means of explanation. so, now, andyr sits up a bit, blinks sluggishly, and tries to get his drunken brain to cooperate long enough to get this out.]
So, you've got KN1s and KN2s, right? KN1s are normal, originally rights-having humans, born out in the city or wherever, who just have this gene in them called the Kerns-Norman gene. And then it activates and everything sucks. Anyway, that's what I am, KN1. KN2 are clones from KN1 genes, like Mikal. [ something about it sounds more reasonable, when explained like this, and andyr frowns for a moment, unhappy with that. but, beside the point. continuing on with the lesson. ] When a House gets a KN1 that has stupid strong genes, that clones well and augments easy, they make them a Template. Drill these ports into your back, and you get locked up tight, like company secrets. Because the gene alters so fast, every time they wanna make a new series of clones, they have to take the Template out, get these nasty huge needles, and suck the genetic tissue straight out of your spine.
[ ah. he's bordering on gross again. calm your tits, andyr, he didn't ask for all the details. reel it in. ]
So, that's what I was. Lab rat that made other lab rats that made lots of money. Also why they haven't just killed my annoying ass yet. [ or, rather, forced him to live, even when he'd tried not to. ]
[ Andyr explains it and lays it all out for him -- it doesn't take long for Bucky to get the whole picture of it, sans a few pieces here and there but still. He'd caught pieces of it when the other man had been yelling it at him, viciously trying to cram all that information down his throat and Bucky had wanted none of that.
He's listening now, gaining a measure of this man, understanding him and how he clicked, and knowing they're not so different after all. He frowns, quietly sympathetic. Andyr is flippant, but Bucky knows better, aware that it's his defense mechanism, and he's still irrevocably damaged deep down inside.
That's the thing about being a lab rat, good only for things that would directly benefit others -- seen as a commodity and not as an individual: the scars don't go away all that quickly. ]
[ His eyes go a bit distant, and Andyr wants to say he hopes so too, but knows that won't be the case. Even if he's given the choice, if it's take the Ingress or stay in this universe, he'll go, right back into Hapsburg's loving arms. ]
I have to. [ with the first once of real fear in his voice, spoken quietly, and resigned. even with the torture he knows is there, the misery, the inescapable hell. but he can't leave the Houses until he knows Posie, Alva, and Alva's kids are all out and safe. That Mikal's not stuck inside the walls again. He can't stay in this world, in peace, and know he's left them behind. After all, he promised Posie he'd take her to the ocean some day.
The train of thought is abruptly derailed with the unease that jolts up in his stomach, nausea flooding him, and oh. this is what he was supposed to warm about. before it happened. a hand slaps over his mouth, and he announces, albeit muffled: ]
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So, you've got KN1s and KN2s, right? KN1s are normal, originally rights-having humans, born out in the city or wherever, who just have this gene in them called the Kerns-Norman gene. And then it activates and everything sucks. Anyway, that's what I am, KN1. KN2 are clones from KN1 genes, like Mikal. [ something about it sounds more reasonable, when explained like this, and andyr frowns for a moment, unhappy with that. but, beside the point. continuing on with the lesson. ] When a House gets a KN1 that has stupid strong genes, that clones well and augments easy, they make them a Template. Drill these ports into your back, and you get locked up tight, like company secrets. Because the gene alters so fast, every time they wanna make a new series of clones, they have to take the Template out, get these nasty huge needles, and suck the genetic tissue straight out of your spine.
[ ah. he's bordering on gross again. calm your tits, andyr, he didn't ask for all the details. reel it in. ]
So, that's what I was. Lab rat that made other lab rats that made lots of money. Also why they haven't just killed my annoying ass yet. [ or, rather, forced him to live, even when he'd tried not to. ]
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He's listening now, gaining a measure of this man, understanding him and how he clicked, and knowing they're not so different after all. He frowns, quietly sympathetic. Andyr is flippant, but Bucky knows better, aware that it's his defense mechanism, and he's still irrevocably damaged deep down inside.
That's the thing about being a lab rat, good only for things that would directly benefit others -- seen as a commodity and not as an individual: the scars don't go away all that quickly. ]
I hope you never have to go back there again.
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I have to. [ with the first once of real fear in his voice, spoken quietly, and resigned. even with the torture he knows is there, the misery, the inescapable hell. but he can't leave the Houses until he knows Posie, Alva, and Alva's kids are all out and safe. That Mikal's not stuck inside the walls again. He can't stay in this world, in peace, and know he's left them behind. After all, he promised Posie he'd take her to the ocean some day.
The train of thought is abruptly derailed with the unease that jolts up in his stomach, nausea flooding him, and oh. this is what he was supposed to warm about. before it happened. a hand slaps over his mouth, and he announces, albeit muffled: ]
I'm gonna puke.