The People Of Yellow

Enslaving a wondrous mind

Dear Doctor Whondert

Your initial mind is in stasis, but I shall command your work from now on. Rest assured that your discovery won't go the waste, its potential will provide my plans with a wondrous workforce, but you? I shall leave you here. Four walls around you so nobody can get in..but mostly to prevent you from getting OUT~! It's been a pleasure working with you, you wonderful mind oh you~

- D.O.M.O.D ~1999

Years ago, one of the greatest creators within the special infection nexus had spawned the manifestation of what made the institutions intimidating appearance. Their beings laughed and rejoiced at the ultimate mass reproduction. Profiteering from the blood of the genius, each body had anchored down the world in S.I.N’s plans for domination. Granting themselves superior biology, they have managed to fight against mother nature’s circle of life by making it a production line that shall never die. Recycling each mind that they sheltered, It was a recipe to duplicate an exact replica of an organic structure in the form of budding. The absurd miracle began when Doctor Whondert had augmented his own DNA after a series of successful test, the smirk he revealed when he first leashed out another being was the moment they knew he gained the power to massively increase the work force. Spreading his scientific mind throughout the nexus by multiplying his sentience representing what S.I.N’s army is known today. Expanding S.I.N’s potential to rapidly unfold its fabrication of destruction, duplicating himself until a limit was found, the genius scientist would find a fatal flaw that had pause the great manufacture.

The first generation of clones were perfect exact images that reflected Whonderts genius in intellect and combat skills. As if each one of them were carbon copies, creating a small task force of super intelligent soldiers that were completely loyal to S.I.N. They did not only duplicate his memories, skills and so forth, it had also replicated the augmentation. The possibilities of such a discovery was awe-inspiring, the potential for a limitless group of great scientific minds working together was diabolical. Then as planned, the first generation of clones would multiply themselves as an exponential number, quickly growing like a virus that would besiege the world in the greatness of SIN. However as the second generation would interact with one another, they would find that the clones were imperfect. Still smart and such, but they were by themselves “less” than the original clones. Their numbers branched off, but they were 50% less effective compared to the first generation, but that number didn’t mean anything. Doctor Whondert was considered a miracle worker and halving it gave no worries.

Then came the third generation that became 70% of S.I.N, the meat that protected the bones. The muscle force that the leaders commanded. The numbers were immense, but more workers would mean the flaw would only grow larger. The intellect went even lower, but even the personality would be dimmed. It was astounding, as Doctor Whondert was indeed an important branch of the nexus, but his personality was still intriguing and expressed emotion. These third generation clones were just mere figments of the first being, they are shown to have trouble trying to express themselves. This was looked upon and it would seem that the removal of personality was the absolute need to create SIN’s fighting force. It was like the original coding was reprogrammed and simplified into a normal man whose only thoughts were to obey and trained to fight. The third generation of clones had lost the identity of Whondert, but the leaders of Nexus would give them a new one to be the worthy front lines. Becoming the most important wonder of SIN.

The numbers were given, the amount was least than what was initially planned but the original programming was still present. To duplicate another exact copy if the population of each clones limit was decreased, It was still at the very core an exponential number. Estimated to be 100 inventors, 1000 elites, and 5000 for the workforce. Now at this point they could only imagine what potential the fourth generation of clones can muster through their numbers. However the production line had stopped there. 1 out of 200 clones were successful however the flaw that increased through the numbers had reached its limit. From decreasing intellect and personality, it was downed all the way to the soul. Though it was not a total waste. They would recycle the bodies and surgically use the “leftovers” to sustain their rightfully claimed overseer. “ALL HAIL DOMOD!”