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Amazing. Absolutely, utterly amazing. The technology OSTA has provided me with is crude in its own right, and yet.. fantastic. In two days - yes, only two days - I have accomplished more than I could have dreamed.. and yet, I already did it before, but it took ages. Ages, and a day. And while the replica was beautiful.. Well. Look at this.
He's beautiful. More beautiful than I had ever known him to be. And what's more amazing is that the embryo is of a size and weight that would most usually be applied to one of five weeks progress. The preceding zygote phase lasted only for ten hours and thirty-seven minutes before he'd passed the limits for that stage. As of right this moment he's developed a wholly functioning liver, rudimentary limb buds, eyes.. and a beautiful, beating, physical heart. Not enough to bring him back as a Somebody, my research colleagues assure me - as I'm being instructed by and work with many on the same team that resurrected myself - but enough to keep him alive. It took.. Yes, almost a week for the replica to reach this stage. The process' speed is incredible, and while it concerns me as I've seen what - ahem - nature does to those whose cellular development process is increased past the set rate might also affect us, resurrected in this fashion.. I'm being constantly assured that it isn't so.
I pray with all I have left of my own shriveled little heart that they're right.
And the best thing about this? He's all. Mine. Hostage in a fluid cage.
He's beautiful. More beautiful than I had ever known him to be. And what's more amazing is that the embryo is of a size and weight that would most usually be applied to one of five weeks progress. The preceding zygote phase lasted only for ten hours and thirty-seven minutes before he'd passed the limits for that stage. As of right this moment he's developed a wholly functioning liver, rudimentary limb buds, eyes.. and a beautiful, beating, physical heart. Not enough to bring him back as a Somebody, my research colleagues assure me - as I'm being instructed by and work with many on the same team that resurrected myself - but enough to keep him alive. It took.. Yes, almost a week for the replica to reach this stage. The process' speed is incredible, and while it concerns me as I've seen what - ahem - nature does to those whose cellular development process is increased past the set rate might also affect us, resurrected in this fashion.. I'm being constantly assured that it isn't so.
I pray with all I have left of my own shriveled little heart that they're right.
And the best thing about this? He's all. Mine. Hostage in a fluid cage.
Return questions of equal bluntness: Who are you, namewise and in station? And are you an artificial intelligence throughout a metallic body, or a man in a mechanical suit of armor?
I am Shas'o T'au Kais. This is name and station: Shas'o, because I am a military commander in the Tau armies. I am neither artificial nor human, but Tau.
[OOC: ...wrong account, oops.]
Pleased to meet you then, Shas'o. Named after your functions seem simple enough, if you're a warlike or military sort of people. The Tau, then. Could you perhaps describe to me the structural foundation of your bodies? How you function, on which you sustain yourselves? If indeed you are at liberty to disclose that information, or even willing to.
As for our bodies - I am no biologist, I am a soldier. I may tell you in what basic ways we differ from the gue'la, however - our skin is gray, with an slit placed between the eyes. Our olfactory organs are in our mouths, and we possess superior vision. We feed on proteins and vitamins, like humans, but with different compositions - for taste, you understand. We have four digits, not five, per limb. I cannot reveal any major capabilities we may or may not have until such time as you are proven to not be a danger to the Tau, of course.
I believe the Tau naming system would be a bit easier to understand if I knew the language. Other than that it's not as different from us as your physiology. Most astounding to boot, if I may say so myself. What's the purpose of the slit between your eyes, and who are the gue'la you compare yourself too? Another name for humans?
I do not understand how a society could exist without castes. All must have a thing they may do, to serve the society. This is why we find gue'la so strange - humans do not recognize their skills as divided by nature, excepting their warriors - and then only the greatest, at least in this place. Our own castes include all members of the Tau.
There are castes in some cultures, because humans are very much different from one another depending on the region in which they live, not to mention the world, and the situations surrounding them. "Diversity" is the primary adjective one can use when describing the species as a whole. However, regardless of circumstance, they tend to flock into packs, tribes, and eventually greater, larger, more expansive types of groups, usually led by a single leader, or a council. There's always a leader, a military force of sorts, and the commoners. Whatever sphere of isolated humans you may encounter.
Rigorous schooling to teach the fundamentals of knowledge of the society in which they live is forced on all children, and through it they develop personal interests as well as come into contact with a multitude of subjects which help the mind focus on an area of specification. Not born into any type of caste, it would be unfit for a weak, tawny human to serve in a group of warrior simply because he's been born to do so, no? Perhaps he has other skills, or an interest which would make him suit better in the robes of a scholar?
That's how we operate. And while there are vocations that aren't perhaps necessary to society as a whole, at least everyone has something to do which keeps economy in balance. It's hard to divide humankind into sections based on skills just because it is so very diverse in nature.
All of us who were resurrected... Were we all grown in this manner?
And I can't honestly say. Nobody physiology is quite different from that of a human - or whatever manner of creature an individual might be that's resurrected - but if they have another way of doing it.. then I've yet to be informed. It's quite possible that you were.
If we are fully grown from the moment of embryo stage, can we be sure that we are the same person? That we are not a replica who harbors the memories of the one who was resurrected?
As for the health of my current project I can't tell you much. It's far too small yet to make any sort of tests on, and even if I could I don't think it would be very wise to disturb it. Perhaps when it has grown larger and its vitals more stable I can introduce foreign objects into its vicinity. And its future health, as an adult individual much like you and me, and the possibility of cloning..
Suffice to say that what's been instilled into this little mind - and my own - isn't a copy of memories, or simple data. I can't tell you more.
A hostage? Creating a replica just for revenge?
Congratulations, I didn't think you could possibly increase the disgust and loathing I had for you.
Oh, don't flatter yourself: this isn't anything as measly as a clone, and even if it were it's most certainly not yours again. I'm holding the individual hostage - if you could call it that - because it's on him I wish revenge, not against someone who'd be upset by his containment. So move along, Riku, for this doesn't concern you.
Making any kind of life just so you can dish revenge out on it is disgusting.
And what tests?! He'd only gotten stronger! That doesn't make any sense! If he was--if it was--
2/2
When I find you, I swear..!
This embryo - fetus now actually - is not a clone of you. I'm resurrecting Marluxia. Which means that I'm not creating new life, I am simply returning it. And with us Nobodies, life indeed is a very relative term. I'm merely restoring what once was - or isn't, and never was, if you want to get technical about it - and I don't quite think it's got anything to do with you, just because I borrowed a genetical sample off you at one time. It's been lost anyway, with the destruction of Oblivion.
But very well. I'm a sick, sick man, and I'll enjoy - just like I do now - every second of this. Wail all you want; it won't change a thing.
Choose whichever adjective you like: he's not going to be small for much longer I assure you.
That simply makes me to want to ask just what have you been feeding it, then.
And it's a shame that I'm unable to see the lab. But it might be for the best for you in the long run.