When Mikayla switched the display to the live feed from Onatria’s main lab in Geneva, she cringed at the collective gasp. Robotic arms transferred material between petri dishes at various stations while other, more complex equipment dissected strains of DNA. Human-born and clones alike wore white lab coats and watched new life grow under their telescopes. And in a glass-walled clean room, casket-like clear chambers held young clones attached to a multitude of tubes. Except for the military and Onatria staff, this was the first time anyone had seen the labs. The government had grown desperate for people to enlist. Clones, fully incubated at one year, resembled a teenaged human-born and lived better than most of the people there to watch the presentation. That was, until the clones left the labs four years later. Then they became nothing more than a possession of the military, a weapon trained for combat. And none, as of yet, had developed long enough to resemble an officer her age. They were killed in battle or by rebel attacks before they had the chance to live a long life.
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