Some Eyesa fanart I drew based off a SSTWL fic I started writing with Christian themes and such. I experimented with a new coloring technique involving colored pencils and markers as well as trying to go for a more angular artstyle.
Safe to say that I'm gonna be experimenting with different art styles for a bit to to find one I like.
Also I should probably post a link to the aforementioned fanfic:
Can I requeat Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid? I love this song and I think it suits 47's childhood pretty well. Have fun writting it!
Thank you for your request, Anon! I really love this song and it really pulled at my heartstrings while writing this, be prepared for whump.
Content warning: medical trauma, memory loss, some mention of violence
47 fought against the arms of the asylum staff as they tackled him to the ground. His enhanced strength earned him the satisfaction of breaking some noses and bruising some ribs of his tormentors, but the victories were short-lived. He had an idea of what was going to happen next and he intended to fight it with all of the energy and willpower he still possessed.
Six escaped, his mind comforted him. He hoped and prayed that remained true.
47 was finally pinned to the ground when an orderly punched him between his eyes. Briefly dazed, he felt another orderly jam a needle in his arm. Another injection. Something to sedate him, make him pliable. Make his body accept the fate his mind would struggle strongly against.
Six is too far away now to get caught. He has to be. That brought 47 some semblance of peace and he would take that small hint of light where he could find it. He felt his body betray his impulses to scream, kick, and thrash as his muscles weakly melted into the tile floor.
47 and Six planned to leave the facility behind and were on their way to freedom when they were caught. They took out as many guards as they could, but they could see the odds were quickly building against them. Six was able to make his escape as 47 fought against the fray to keep them occupied. Now they were taking 47 further into the depths of the asylum, pulling him away from the world he desperately wanted to escape to.
At least one of us made it, thought 47. I’m glad it was you, Six.
47’s vision began to clear and he recognized he was being carried into one of the large surgical rooms in the asylum. A sterile room with white walls, white cabinets, and the heavy scent of strong cleaning chemicals. No amount of bleach and effort of scrubbing tiles could cover up the horrors felt there. Nothing could cleanse it of the abuses made against him, Six, and the others.
Despite the sedative, 47’s pulse began to race as they strapped him onto the cold metal table, the bright surgical light painfully piercing his sight. He hated this part, he hated the orderlies, he hated the guards. It was a common part of the only life he knew, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier.
47 was absolutely terrified. But nothing would be offered to him for comfort.
As he waited for whatever was to come next, he tried to calm his heart rate and regulate his breathing. He bit the inside of his lip to force his face to remain as passive as possible, biting too strongly and tasting blood when he did so. Stupid sedative. He didn’t want to give any of the sneering guards the satisfaction of witnessing another panic attack of his.
Please not now. Not when they are likely to kill me.
Father walked into the room with his hands in his pockets as two doctors joined behind him. 47 couldn’t see the actions of the doctors as Father stood next to him, partially blocking some of the surgical light from view.
He looked at 47 with a disappointed expression, shaking his head. “My dear Subject 47. The most gifted of all my boys,” he said as he clicked his tongue. “You have made a fool out of me once again.”
47 wanted to speak back, say something, anything while he could. But what if they want information? Would stalling help Six get farther away? He decided to stay quiet and looked away from Father’s scolding eyes.
One of the doctors walked up to 47 with a large needle, its contents looking unlike anything he had ever seen before. “Ready when you are, Sir.” 47 felt a sinking feeling in his chest.
Father nodded to the man. “Proceed.” He turned back to look down at 47. “You are extraordinary but so much trouble to keep alive as you are. You will not continue disobeying me, Subject 47.”
47 winced as the needle’s contents were injected into his veins. Fine, he thought. If death is what’s coming, let it…
Things started to get foggy. 47 tried to conjure the happiest thoughts he could before the end drew him in.
A vision of Six appeared in his mind. First it was clear, but then it began burning from the center outward, as if a film strip started smoking as it came apart in a projector.
Glimpses of his animals, his brief experiences of the outside world…any concept of life beyond the walls of the asylum appeared in his mind. They, too, quickly began to fade as if they were never there, never wanted, never wished for. Never to be known.
47 sighed as if a weight was placed onto his chest. His heart, before a little fire kindled by the handful of small joys he had known, now felt snuffed out and cold. His mind, smart and blooming in personality, now calculated and rigid.
A single tear escaped his eye and slowly rolled down the side of his face. The last manifestation of 47, the boy who fought for his freedom.
The restraints were removed and he sat up on the surgical table, looking directly at Father. Unflinching and unfeeling.
Ok so while playing blood money they said that class 2 clones died within 18 months of reaching maturity.
Let's talk about the potential reasons why
(Disclaimer: I am not a professional geneticist so please correct me if I'm wrong)
Let's start with the basics: class 1 clones are the original "firstborn" clones (ie Meyers original boys). Class 2 are those who are almost exact carbon copies of a class 1 clone (think the 48's)
So if the class 2's are exact or near copies of class 1's why did they die? Well, there's a few possible answers to that question, all of which relate to their genes.
1. Genetic abnormalities:
You might be saying, "but tuna, they are near-exact copies. There can't be failures..." well let me explain. The keyword in this potential is NEAR
They are NEARLY carbon copies, but their genes were mixed and improved through splicing and manipulation, which is a very risky and dumb move on the scientists part when this has literally been done before in the real world with very little success. And we have the proof in dogs.
Dog eugenics has occurred for many many years, trying to splice genes manually by selective breeding with other species to create better ones. That's why we have species like bulldogs, dachshunds and pugs. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM HAVE GENETIC ABNORMALITIES (ie: bulldogs and pugs have breathing difficulties that shorten life span and dachshunds have a predisposition to spinal problems). Even the stronger, more successful breeds have predispositions to cancers, heart problems and the likes, all because of mixed breeding.
So what has this got to do with the class 2 clones? Well, obviously breeding clones is not happening, but the replicating and splicing of genes is. If you take the original class 1 DNA and modify it, the likelihood is yes they will get the desired effect, but other parts of the proteins will bond to create an unpredictable effect (because we simply haven't learned the full extent of the human genetic code). This would cause predispositions or weaknesses in the organism created and matured because of recessive traits, which could easily kill them off quickly.
2. Genetic mutation:
We have found in the real world that genes are highly unpredictable, even with our modern technology. And here we're asking about outdated mid-1900s logic. The mutation of just 1 protein would change the genetic code of the entire batch if undetected. And the human body has thousands upon thousands of them. This would potentially cause a debilitating gene to be carried across the batch (concluding that the batch shares one altered gene code due to complete identicality between all the 48s) which would kill them off within the time period.
3. They lack a vital protein:
Due to genetic disposition, genetic mutation or other gene-related issues they could lack a vital protein important for human development.
The most likely circumstance would be a deficiency or a complete lack of the protein PRC1, which allows your cells to mitose. Without it, mitosis could not occur and over a relatively short period of time, the body's cells would deteriorate and die in a more drastic form of mito (Mitochondrial disease); the speed of which varying from each one for an average of an 18-month viability time.
4. Their immune systems were underprepared:
This one, although only partially relating to genetic code, involves their environment as a key factor; more specifically how they were matured.
Class 2 clones, because they are replicas, were not brought up as such, just forced to grow over a rather short time period in a chamber completely isolated from the outside environment. In this time, they develop all the functions of an adult man (relative to the class 1) except one. The immune system.
The immune system, although very much controlled by genes, is built up over time, starting from childhood and strengthening with pathogenic encounters, including bacteria, viruses, fungi and even dust. But these clones did not have those encounters meaning their immune systems were vastly underpowered for the environment, and as a result, they would all die very quickly of something most humans on earth can deal with. They would essentially be entirely immunocompromised, meaning the only way they would survive more than a few months would be to remain in an entirely sterile environment; which simply could not be achieved.
These are just some of the possible culprits I can think of, but let me know if I missed anything. Like I said, I'm no geneticist of any sort but I am an avid fan of genetic research stuff.
