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Authors: Kevin Kauffmann
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That’s why it had made so much sense to him that he had stopped existing after that first death; he couldn’t feel his body.
But now the cell was empty and he was laying against the back of the construct, which doubled as a clinic table once the cell slid into place. Jenkins felt the gravity shifting as the loading arm tilted the chamber and set it down into the groove set into the resurrection chamber. He could hear the hiss as the cell broke its seal and exposed him to the open air of the clinic. The soldier shivered at the difference in temperature. The front wall of the chamber rose open and Jenkins brought up his hands to wipe the biotic fluid out of his eyes.
When he opened them again he could see Dr. Kane already going through the resurrection checklist. They had long since done away with that formality as Jenkins always resurrected perfectly. It wasn’t worth the effort to go through every item. The young soldier waited as the beautiful raven-haired doctor finished her tapping at the computer display and turned to face him. Jenkins thought about all the dirty things he’d like to do to her if he got the chance.
Charlotte walked over to the impatient soldier and sighed. He was watching her already and she couldn’t stand it. She had no sympathy for this man. After their first few interactions Charlotte realized that he was completely different. Jenkins had been a gentle, compassionate man who suffered far too much. The man lying on the cell in front of her was a chauvinistic, insensitive killer. He wasn’t worth her attention and she would have ignored him in any other circumstance. The problem was that he had Jenkins’ face.
She pulled the strap from the back of his neck and brought it around so that it wouldn’t get in the way. Without making eye contact Charlotte grabbed one end of the re-breather and pulled it from the soldier’s throat, not bothering to ask if he wanted sedatives. With every other soldier Charlotte had taken great care not to hurt the person’s throat. She had asked them if they were ready. She didn’t bother with this version of Jenkins; she just pulled the thing out and set it aside. She heard the soldier coughing and looked down to see him smiling.
“Jeez, doc, what did I ever do to you?” Most soldiers weren’t able to speak so soon after a resurrection, but Jenkins and Carver had always greeted her courteously. She had appreciated their behavior, but this crude man lying in front of her didn’t deserve that same respect. She shrugged and motioned for him to sit up.
“I figured you wanted to breathe without a tube. And I assumed you had done your throat exercises just like every other time,” she said in a detached manner. The man chuckled and sat up in his cell. She started to take off the electrodes which had stimulated the clone’s body since it had been created.
“Well, you know what they say about assuming, don’t ya, doc?” Charlotte didn’t even look at the man. She didn’t want to entertain his thoughts about being friendly.
“C’mon. Ass? You? Me? There’s a joke in there,” he said while the doctor did her best to ignore him. He was doing his best to lighten the girl up, but she just wasn’t having it. The soldier wondered what he needed to do in order for her to realize that she could use a good lay. Jenkins sighed and let her continue her work.
Charlotte Kane had to do her best not to let this slave soldier ruin her memories of the real Jenkins. She tried to tell herself that she was going to bring the soldier back; that this was just temporary. Charlotte wouldn’t have to deal with this false Jenkins for much longer. Albert and Laurence would be able to help her.
She made eye contact with the soldier. He was smiling at her. There was the difference. Jenkins had never smiled at her for himself; he had always done it for her benefit. Jenkins had been filled
But now the cell was empty and he was laying against the back of the construct, which doubled as a clinic table once the cell slid into place. Jenkins felt the gravity shifting as the loading arm tilted the chamber and set it down into the groove set into the resurrection chamber. He could hear the hiss as the cell broke its seal and exposed him to the open air of the clinic. The soldier shivered at the difference in temperature. The front wall of the chamber rose open and Jenkins brought up his hands to wipe the biotic fluid out of his eyes.
When he opened them again he could see Dr. Kane already going through the resurrection checklist. They had long since done away with that formality as Jenkins always resurrected perfectly. It wasn’t worth the effort to go through every item. The young soldier waited as the beautiful raven-haired doctor finished her tapping at the computer display and turned to face him. Jenkins thought about all the dirty things he’d like to do to her if he got the chance.
Charlotte walked over to the impatient soldier and sighed. He was watching her already and she couldn’t stand it. She had no sympathy for this man. After their first few interactions Charlotte realized that he was completely different. Jenkins had been a gentle, compassionate man who suffered far too much. The man lying on the cell in front of her was a chauvinistic, insensitive killer. He wasn’t worth her attention and she would have ignored him in any other circumstance. The problem was that he had Jenkins’ face.
She pulled the strap from the back of his neck and brought it around so that it wouldn’t get in the way. Without making eye contact Charlotte grabbed one end of the re-breather and pulled it from the soldier’s throat, not bothering to ask if he wanted sedatives. With every other soldier Charlotte had taken great care not to hurt the person’s throat. She had asked them if they were ready. She didn’t bother with this version of Jenkins; she just pulled the thing out and set it aside. She heard the soldier coughing and looked down to see him smiling.
“Jeez, doc, what did I ever do to you?” Most soldiers weren’t able to speak so soon after a resurrection, but Jenkins and Carver had always greeted her courteously. She had appreciated their behavior, but this crude man lying in front of her didn’t deserve that same respect. She shrugged and motioned for him to sit up.
“I figured you wanted to breathe without a tube. And I assumed you had done your throat exercises just like every other time,” she said in a detached manner. The man chuckled and sat up in his cell. She started to take off the electrodes which had stimulated the clone’s body since it had been created.
“Well, you know what they say about assuming, don’t ya, doc?” Charlotte didn’t even look at the man. She didn’t want to entertain his thoughts about being friendly.
“C’mon. Ass? You? Me? There’s a joke in there,” he said while the doctor did her best to ignore him. He was doing his best to lighten the girl up, but she just wasn’t having it. The soldier wondered what he needed to do in order for her to realize that she could use a good lay. Jenkins sighed and let her continue her work.
Charlotte Kane had to do her best not to let this slave soldier ruin her memories of the real Jenkins. She tried to tell herself that she was going to bring the soldier back; that this was just temporary. Charlotte wouldn’t have to deal with this false Jenkins for much longer. Albert and Laurence would be able to help her.
She made eye contact with the soldier. He was smiling at her. There was the difference. Jenkins had never smiled at her for himself; he had always done it for her benefit. Jenkins had been filled
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