Philosophy has had many questions and very little answers. Is there truly a world beyond our own plane? What lies on the top of the cosmic food chain? Is there more to our consciousness than what we believe? Today, Roman would answer one of these many many questions in this experiment. Does a clone have a soul? He watched Amai enter the darkened room, the snaking tubes that attached the NuPsi Network to a series of black boxes parallel to the rooms glowed with a breath-like purple pulse. He worked on the machine as he was asked by Malcolm himself, yet those weren’t his only orders.
Roman turned his attention to Italy, his half-sister, as she walked across the floor to the control center. She had no idea of the true functions of the machine, believing it to only ‘activate the power of the mind’. Malcolm and Margaret were now closer to the panorama window pane, with only the purple glow of the tube illuminating it. Everyone was waiting, watching to see his masterpiece in play. And he was ready to give them a show.
“Beginning Psionic-Transfer sequence…” Italy declared, after waiting for Amai to attach all the straps.
From the pulses of purple light, Roman could see the slightest smirk on Malcolm’s face. “Tonight, humanity is one step closer to reaching the realms of gods.” The Head Nurdstrum declared, turning to Margaret and Roman with a slight nod of approval.
You’re right Roman thought to himself. Just not by your hands. His own smug smirk curled from his lips as he turned his attention back to Amai.
“Synchronization process beginning in 3…”
Underneath one of the arms of the NuPsi Chair, a faint pinkish glow was emitting.
“2…”
His answer will soon be found.
“1…”
His family will be pleased.
“0....”
An ethereal whirling emitted from the machine, and Amai jolted up in silent agony. She refused to scream, Roman gave her her credit, the pain the machine was designed to give wasn’t dismissal. Her eyes began to appear the same color as the tubes, except they shined much brighter. His eyes shifted to Malcolm, who appeared to be fine with what was happening, then Margaret, who simply looked away, and finally his sister, who appeared to be having second thoughts.
No more than a minute later, Amai slumped over, seeming like her soul left her body, and Roman acted quickly.
“Stop the machine!” He ordered, the once purple tubes become pitch black. Then, the lights were turned on. Malcolm rushed in, followed by everyone else. While they gathered around the sleeping beauty, Roman saw his opportunity. He slipped his black gloved hand underneath the armor of the seat, where the pink was, and ran his fingers on the underbelly until he felt a humming, quickly removing the humming from the machine and gripping it.
While the three (Malcolm, Margaret, and Italy), called for reinforcements, Roman grabbed a med kit from the wall. Wanting to look like he was helping, while he was truly examining his prize. The soft hum in his fingers was revealed to be a small pink crystal, inside it Amai sat. She looked at peace, until she opened one eye and looked at Roman. It was her soul. Her consciousness.
He placed the crystal in a small black cloth sack, where it vanished completely, and hurried back to the prone body. Roman was certain her body wouldn’t die, the mystical flower he put in the tea she drank made sure of that. But his true goals were to obtain the soul of a being born from virgin parents for his family, and that was what he had gotten.
The The Signia Of Hawthron
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