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operandi revolved around placing personnel of their choosing undercover in various government departments, intelligence agencies and major corporations. It was anticipated these moles would one day allow Omega to steer global affairs to help achieve the agency’s ends and establish a New World Order.
    To achieve this NWO and expand the super-secret Omega Agency, the founding members knew they needed to create enormous wealth in the quickest possible time. The easiest way to do that, in their view, was to siphon as many mineral riches as they could out of Third World countries. It was an age-old practice, tried and tested, but never before attempted on the enormous scale Omega was gearing up for.
    Everything revolved around the Pedemont Project. If the orphans could reach their ultimate potential, collectively they would be Omega’s greatest asset by the start of the 21 st Century, if not before. Operatives of this ilk, with their superior genes and unprecedented education, had never been seen before.
    Omega’s ruling council felt certain each of the orphans would return their investment a thousand fold.
    Naylor led the founders to a group practicing linguistic skills. These orphans were speaking fluent Spanish. Kentbridge quickly joined the group and switched the conversation to Norwegian. The orphans’ Norwegian was as flawless as their Spanish. In the next few minutes, they displayed fluency in more than a dozen languages ranging from such diverse dialects as Vietnamese and Swahili to Hebrew and Russian.
    At a nod from Naylor, Doctor Pedemont stepped forward, interposing himself between the founders and the children he’d created.
    “Our orphans exist on the frontiers of modern science,” the doctor said proudly. “They each have two more chromosomes than the average person. For all intents and purposes, they are post-humans. Superior in every way to the rest of the population.”
    Nearby, Nine strained to hear Doctor Pedemont above the orphans who were still demonstrating their linguistic skills. His inattention to the chess board before him almost saw him lose. He recovered in time and soon had his opponent’s King under threat.
    Bill Sterling, one of the Omega founders and one of the world’s most celebrated computer software designers, looked critically at the orphans. The bespectacled, thirtysomething gent shifted his beady eyes to Doctor Pedemont. “How are the clones coming along, Doc?”
    “We are getting there,” Doctor Pedemont replied hesitantly.
    Through putting his inquisitive nature to good use, Nine had learned he and his fellow orphans were but the first batch of orphans Omega had planned. There would be five additional batches, all clones of the originals as the first group were referred to. As Omega had lost access to the Genius Sperm Bank, which stored the deposits of many of the world’s most intelligent men, it had been decided the only way to create equally brilliant orphans was by cloning the existing ones. The plan was to create five clones of each orphan so there would eventually be one hundred and fifteen replica orphans.
    Although human cloning did not yet officially exist, the reality was it had been happening in secret laboratories since the 1950’s. It was an example of the wide gulf that separated official science from suppressed science. Like almost every other important scientific breakthrough, the technology was withheld from the public by government and private organizations which had long since been conducting cloning for their own agendas.
    Once the orphans were cloned, the intention was each original would teach their own replica selves everything they knew. Essentially, the orphans would act like older brothers and sisters to their own mirror selves.
    “It’s a complex procedure, Bill,” Doctor Pedemont added, “and it will take a little more time to perfect.”
    Sensing Sterling and the other founders weren’t totally satisfied, Naylor interjected. “The main thing