No, I'm different from the others. I didn't break any laws.
[He thinks about just lying. But he hesitated too much. Slipped. When he told him what he was called. When he was unable to think up a name for himself.]
[Cards on the table, he guesses.]
There used to be...this guy named Jim Harper. A soldier. Distinguished service medals left and right. Famous in some circles for being this incredible spy after he stopped being a normal soldier. But he did hero stuff. Fought terrorists, like the crazy costumed kind trying to blow the world up with death lasers. Nobody outside of clandestine circles knew it, but he saved the world more than once.
He was a legend, for all the people that were allowed to know.
And then he died. Saving the world. Most of the world has no idea. It's like he never existed at all to them.
One government project, the Cadmus Project, decided he was a good subject for their work. Because he was just...exceptional in basically every way. Physically, mentally. Now, they did go rogue. Decided to do mad science crap. So they got a hold of his body, shortly after he died, did some brain scans of what was left of his brain - which at least copied his skills and some basic knowledge, took some cell samples...
They were messing with stuff they weren't supposed to.
[He finally looks up, his brows furrowed, knowing that he might face instant rejection. That Tim might assume the worst, that he might fear him, that he might decide he's best off trying to survive alone.]
Illegal cloning.
[He shrugs one shoulder self-consciously.]
Walpert may be an asshole but when the Cadmus Project was discovered and liquidated, she saw an asset. There were other people that wanted to lock me away in some dark hole somewhere because they were scared I had some latent mental programming.
Or...wanted to do worse.
I've been part of the squad my whole life. All six years of it anyway.
no subject
No, I'm different from the others. I didn't break any laws.
[He thinks about just lying. But he hesitated too much. Slipped. When he told him what he was called. When he was unable to think up a name for himself.]
[Cards on the table, he guesses.]
There used to be...this guy named Jim Harper. A soldier. Distinguished service medals left and right. Famous in some circles for being this incredible spy after he stopped being a normal soldier. But he did hero stuff. Fought terrorists, like the crazy costumed kind trying to blow the world up with death lasers. Nobody outside of clandestine circles knew it, but he saved the world more than once.
He was a legend, for all the people that were allowed to know.
And then he died. Saving the world. Most of the world has no idea. It's like he never existed at all to them.
One government project, the Cadmus Project, decided he was a good subject for their work. Because he was just...exceptional in basically every way. Physically, mentally. Now, they did go rogue. Decided to do mad science crap. So they got a hold of his body, shortly after he died, did some brain scans of what was left of his brain - which at least copied his skills and some basic knowledge, took some cell samples...
They were messing with stuff they weren't supposed to.
[He finally looks up, his brows furrowed, knowing that he might face instant rejection. That Tim might assume the worst, that he might fear him, that he might decide he's best off trying to survive alone.]
Illegal cloning.
[He shrugs one shoulder self-consciously.]
Walpert may be an asshole but when the Cadmus Project was discovered and liquidated, she saw an asset. There were other people that wanted to lock me away in some dark hole somewhere because they were scared I had some latent mental programming.
Or...wanted to do worse.
I've been part of the squad my whole life. All six years of it anyway.