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And PLOT COMMENCES. Terrible plot. Horrible, whiny plot.

[There is a Liquid wandering the halls. Usually, Liquids are full of zest. This one... not so much. Odd, really. He's been feeling drained all day. His throat is scratchy and it's difficult to breathe properly. Worse, even his reflexes seem to be dulled! His head aches and his body is shaking with the cold. Why is he suddenly feeling the cold? He doesn't know! He's pale as death. He makes a quick call-]

Ocelooooot, where are you? I need you right now.

[-and hangs up. He can't help the rare whininess in his (particularly shaken and scratchy) voice. Liquid has never been sick a day in his life, excluding some of his imprisonment - and the less said about that the better. He leans against the wall, looking miserable, and sinks down to sit on the floor.]

This is a really rotten week... first the gray hair and now this...

DOES THE UNIVERSE JUST HATE ME LATELY?!

[His words break down into a fit of coughing and he buries his face in his hand for a moment as if that will hide his identity.]

(Long story short, Liquid is sick. It's not serious, even though he looks like hell, but prepare for whiny bitch syndrome if you approach him! He's not used to feeling this rotten.)

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...Good for you. [Sigh. He wipes Liquid's hair some more, and then goes and mixes some of the sports drink with some warm water.]

Well, first I kept getting sick for reasons they couldn't really figure out, and then I almost died when I was 17, and after that - I just got better. Nobody could figure out why, either.

[Or so Dr Clark had said. James has figured out that things were a bit more complicated then that, especially in the who figured out what catagory, but he isn't going to talk about that now.]

- I still get colds, and whatever varient of the flu that going around, and everything else, though

David hardly ever gets sick, but when he does, it's a doozy. ...He does heal quickly, though. Thankfully.

[James doesn't think everything is genetic, but he can't really ignore them either, alas.]

You know, I didn't quite get it till I came here, but - [This was mostly because both James and David had turned out quite oddly in his world - It was just that James was just so much more noticable.]

- It really doesn't make any sense at all to stick all the 'special' genes in one twin, and leave the other without. I don't think that's what they were trying to do at all.

I think what they were trying to do was - Take a cup of coffee, and make an espresso on one hand and a cafe au lait on the other.

...If you know what I mean?

...It was to see which would do better. The one raised unaware or the one raised in their care. The one without the supposedly superior genes or the one with them. Tests. Always tests. Because whichever one was better, they'd be able to do that again, as long as they had him. Father. Because it was Father they wanted, but they couldn't have him. So they wanted to make someone like him who wouldn't fight them the way he had.

[He rambles faintly, resting his head on his arms.]

I don't drink coffee.

...Everybody loves Father, everybody wants Father...

[But nobody gets Father Dearest, in the end. Right?]

Ahh, well, never mind that. - David loves coffee, for some reason.

What I was trying to say was, espresso and cafe au lait aren't superior or inferior to each

other. There're just different.

[What he really suspects, though, is that the whole point (or one of the points, anyway) of the creation of LET-01('James') was to see just how much of Father's oh so special genes they could cram into one human being, in whatever combinations that seemed interesting...]

[...Till the paper bag broke from having too many apples stuffed into it. Or didn't. Data would be generated and gathered, either way.]

[He's not going to mention that to this alternate of himself, though - Not now, anyway. Bigger Him was much too obsessed with genes in general, James thinks, and when James thinks that, you know you're in trouble.]

...Liquid? [James shows Liquid his syringe gun.] I have vitamins and...More painkillers. Not the really strong ones, because they'll put you to sleep I think, but. Things that should help you breath more easily, too. I'm not a doctor, though. - Do you want me to?

[Liquid lifts his head enough to stare at the gun.]

...I don't think I could feel any worse. But why do you have that?

...Because it's useful to have around? I like having my medical stuff with me.

[And there're easier on his hands then any of the real guns, even the small caliber ones James usually carries around.]

...are you even qualified to own one of those? I didn't think they even existed. And why do you have- [Oh right, weaker alternate.] right, right, sorry.

[Qualified? Pffft - James snickers.] Well, um, this one is sort of a handmade prototype and Dr Clark's team is trying to figure out some way to patent it, so.

I've had first aid training and the like, and I've patched people up before. I also have a pretty good idea what to do when I get sick, but as I said, I'm no doctor. I do have a fair amount of hands-on experience, though.

[He has also gone through a lot of medical literature and such, trying to figure out what had happened to him and what to expect from now on, etc, etc.]

[James carefully sets up the syringe gun and medicines, being careful not to drop things with his chihuahua paws.]

It's up to you, though. What do you want me to do?

I... don't really want anything else injected into my bloodstream. But I suppose it's worth a shot. Painkillers alone would be worth quite a bit right now.

[Who dares wins, after all.]

...Okay. Vitamins first, though.

[James disinfects a patch of Liquid's arm. Needles or no-needles? His syringe gun is flexible and can do things both ways, but the needle-less injections used special cartridges and he'd rather not use those up if he didn't have to. So needles it would have to be. The syringe guns hisses, delivering the payload of vitamins, and then with the stuff that was supposed to help with his breathing.]

[And then the painkillers. The dose is enough to probably put James himself out like a light, but it should be the right dosage for Liquid. Or so James, hopes, anyway.]

Try not to fall asleep on me, okay?

[Liquid barely reacts to the sting of the needles - sometimes a high pain tolerance is a good thing. He stays still and silent for a moment, slightly dazed by the sudden onslaught of chemicals into his system, before sitting up.]

I promise. [A low laugh.]

...How are you feeling?

[James hopes he hasn't overdosed his bigger alternate.]

...You know, I sometimes wish I could take you home with me and introduce you to my David. I wonder what he'll think of you...

Maybe he'll come here. Who knows?

[He laughs tiredly.]

I think he'll prefer you. As to your question, I feel a little better. Dizzy, however. Thank you.

Mmmmph. [James murmured.] Maybe. [His feelings on this matter are mixed, to say the least.]

- Good. [He wipes Liquid's brow again.]

Well, I'd hope he wouldn't try to replace me or anything, but I think he'll like you too?

...On the other hand, if Father ever saw you... [Har har har.]

Say. Do you - talk with any of the Fathers, here?

The old one. And I've spoken to two of the younger ones. One of them disappeared a while ago and I haven't seen the other since the blackout.

[He stared at James.]

Why? Do you think he yours would be angry?

...Oh. What're they like? [James sighs.]

I've talked to a teenaged one. He's a good kid.

[And he'd had some kind of not really screaming match with another one, but whatever.]

[James thinks about this.]

I don't know. He'll probably look at you, look at me, look at you again, and then grab whatever strong alchohol there was at hand.

- Or maybe not. ...He'll probably like you better then me, I think? At least.

[Or appreciate the non-shrimpyness, anyway.]

...You're big and strong and good at fighting. Brave, too. [And kind, he thinks, but James is afraid that he'd embarrase Liquid if he says that.]

[But on the other hand, David was all that, too, in his admittedly biased opinion, and Big Boss...Oh, well, never mind that now.]

Father... hated me before I came here. And I hated him too.

[Odd, how much he felt like talking. His voice was a little dazed. Just a little.]

I wanted to kill him and he wanted me to have never existed. He was so fond of our brother, however. Always Brother. So I went back to the Patriots and he... he stayed out. Not free, no matter what he thought, but still out. He at least had the illusion of freedom. In the end we were both chained. Him by his false morals and I by the Patriots.

...they're strange. It's like he changes, in our time. The older one is hard to understand; he seems almost to like us. The younger ones... they vary a little. I think... I like the one I haven't met much the most of those two. He's less insane. Although the crazy one did give me a musket that shoots tornadoes. That was nice of him.

...My world's Father...Doesn't really like me or David.

[Sigh. David had eventually gotten the Snake codename, but just barely - And Father had insisted that it be on a probationary basis, damn him.]

I dunno - I suppose we remind him of - something he doesn't want to think about, or something?

[Something that the 'younger brats' apparently didn't do, oddly enough.]

[Basically, both James and David ended up collectively being 'Liquid' (IE, the not favored at all offspring) in his world - Not that James himself has quite thought of things that way yet.]

And David's strong, too. He's a good fighter, and...

He tried to kill Brother. Father, I mean. He didn't choose for us to exist, so... we weren't wanted.

I should damn well hope he's a good fighter. He's Snake.

Oh, he is! [Grin]

...But. [James sighs.]

You know, I understand about not being happy that somebody went and made your genetic offspring without getting permission first, but...

It's not like he was the first soldier ever to go off to war - or come out of a coma, in his case - and discover that he had kids when he came back, you know?

[And it's not like he was pregnant with them for the required 10 months or so - The woman with the tits had done that.]

[And then they'd taken them away from her. James doesn't really think that she was happy with that, either.]

- Not that I'd be happy at all if anybody did anything like that to me, but I hope I'd handle things better then that.

Say - Did you know there was a young Solidus here that's living with his Father? He said that in his world, Father was bringing up all three of us.

...ah. I met him a while ago. Cute kid. Messed up, though.

Don't forget, we're not people. We're clones. That's gotta feel like a betrayal of some kind.

I can't have kids but... if I suddenly found out I did, and that someone had had sex with me and become pregnant with my children without even asking me if I wanted to? I'd be rather angry. Not at the children, I suppose. But at the woman.

...Yeah. He said his Father... [Solid is the best] Oh, never mind.

But we are people, Liquid. Being made in a lab doesn't make us not people.

Well, yeah, I probably would to, but... Well, I want kids, so it's different for me, I suppose. Dr Clark said...

His father preferred Snake.

It makes us unnatural. Like monsters.

What did she say? The failsafe doesn't allow us to be able to reproduce. So if you want children you should adopt.

...He also said his Father came and saved him when he got caught by some nasty people, though. [On the other hand, the boy probably wouldn't have been caught in the first place if his Father hadn't said something rather thoughtless, to say the least, he thinks.]

Humans in general are unnatural, I think. And monsters are all over the place.

[Failsafe, huh. One of the other Liquid's had mentioned that, too. James sort of wants to check out Liquid's DNA now, and see what the differences are, but...Not now.]

Dr Clark said that it should be possible to create kids with my DNA in a lab - Well, um, they could do that now probably, but I want healthy kids who have a normal lifespan and could procreate in the old-fashioned way, and that's not as easy, so.

Father is special like that. One of them saved my life a while ago.

We are beings not made by god but man. Abominations developed solely for the purpose of sins. [He leans back in the chair, coughing a little.] We too will fade with time and be forgotten.

Perhaps engineered sterility could be repaired. There's a lot that can be done now that could not in the past.

...Yes, but mine wouldn't go save David. From Iraq. Because. It was inconvieniet.

- So what? All humans beings were made by human beings. Or if you believe that God made the world, then everything in the world is made by God - It's not like we were created from nothing, you know.

[Wipes Liquid's brow, and risks a small hug.]

And everybody fades in time and is forgotten - [Even Father.]

Well... [In his case, he doesn't really think that the sterility was engineered but he doesn't want to mention that now.]

- I know! And I mean to help it along, too! {James has Plans, alright?]

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