MTLNOVEL Chapter 53: The Start Of Cloning
Quagmire breathed a large amount of air as he calmed down his nerves. He glanced from left to right and looked over himself, and once he was sure that he was ready, he straightened his body and back and firmly placed a firm click on the button in front of him, confirming that he wanted to start immediately.
Almost immediately upon entering, the entire machinery in front of him started to light up in another bluish light, the sounds of cranes moving, pods being drifted apart, and moving to other parts of the facility. The clink and clank of machinery danced in symphony with the concerto of the humming power supply being siphoned by the machinery itself.
Moments passed by in the blink of an eye, and with that, the integration process was successful. Now, it is time to commence the process of cloning. Thankfully, there was an option to randomize the genetic appearance of the clones, with the rule that it must be close to him. This was done so that every clone would not look exactly like him, but there would be some semblance. He wanted the clones to be as unique in their own right, not just some mere tools.
Also, it seemed like his immunity from the virus would also be transferred to his sons and daughters if he ever had a wife, but for the meantime, sons it is. Not only that, but they would not live a life as long as a normal human in their past world. Rather, just like him, they inherited a very long lifespan, which means he might reign and command for a very long time, possibly centuries upon centuries if things went right.
Quagmire, despite having some reservations, was actually glad about it, as it meant that he would not grow old alone, and would have his sons grow as long as him, which means despite having subjects dying within a century or so, he would have people to talk to and so loneliness would be a problem but not as severe as compared if it was not.
With that in mind, the machine finally finished its preparation and integration, and right before him was a small bowl, just a few drop of blood is all it need. Knowing and understanding what is supposed to be done, he pulled a knife from his spatial inventory and sliced a wound just deep enough for a few drops of blood to seep through and fall into the bowl.
Once enough blood was given, the machine pulled back and inserted the bowl inside itself, to which it then started making a rumbling sound that made Quagmire quite uncomfortable with what was happening. Numerous thoughts and ideas flashed through his mind, some good, some bad. He attempts to be optimistic, but he could not quite hold the panic in. As he was about to break into panic due to confusion, a bright panel appeared before him. It was the adjutant wanting him to make a choice.
[You have a free boost of clones. Would you like to use it?] Says the Adjutant
[If you use it, considering the among of source that you have given, a squad of clones could be boosted. Once the squad is out, they would start off as children, but would grow at an extremely fast pace for the next two days, until it reached adulthood of eighteen years old in human terms.] says the adjutant
Quagmire, upon hearing the explanation, took a step back because of the shock it caused. Fortunately once he understood it, he moved it back. However, he had a few questions in mind, so he begun to ask some of it away.
"Only two days until adulthood? How long does it usually take for normal clones?" Quagmire asked like a curious cat.
[After being born or cloned, they are then injected with a special solution to make them temporarily age faster, and it will take about two weeks for them to age until the age of eighteen by human standards. From then on it would stop, and they would age like a normal person like you.] The adjutant answered flawlessly.
Quagmire satisfied with the answer, begun asking the other question.
"If they are growing that fast, how about writing, speaking, and other of sorts that gradually develop over time?" Quagmire asked.
[They are already injected with information on how to read, speak and write and other critical stuff. However, that was all, how they develop their personality or any of that sort, would be completely up to them, that is why you will have to lead them to the right path, even though they are made based on your template, they are still unique individuals with their very own thoughts and mind.] The adjutant, with a firm voice, told Quagmire
Quagmire, upon hearing all that information, was quite bamboozled, he expected it, and he did, in fact, welcome it. People once said that a good soldier is a soldier who does not question and answer properly when questioned.
Unfortunately, he does not believe in it, as those with this kind of mentality usually earn the ire and anger of their subordinates, so he would rather prioritize harmony. After all, he is already fighting a massive army, he cannot afford to have his army rebel on him or backstab him in the least expected ways.
After being reassured, he begun to ask his final question.
"How many clones can I make in a day?" Quagmire
[As long as your blood capacity allows you to] The adjutant answered.
"Very well" Quagmire answered back
"I accept!" Quagmire said with vigor
Almost suddenly, after he said that, his hand glowed; he was initially confused but realized what was happening. He stretched his hand forward and hovered it atop the machine.
[Effect has been applied] The adjutant replied
The machine suddenly stopped its loud and whirring sound. What followed was a moment of tranquility, and peace soon followed. After a few moments passed by, and with it, a robotic arm came, and with it, a panel with a large button "C.O.M.M.E.N.C.E" The adjutant asked him.
Upon commencing, the machine was brought back to life as it has begun to process his blood.