Like The Eve Project, these stories will start where the last one left off. I’m going to show you some illustrations when I can. Sorry I didn’t have one for pt. 1. For the redhead.

“Continue.”

At this, Dr. Carmichael retired to his station at the side of the circular black room, where many gigantic computers harbored. Actually, that was where everybody was. There was nothing in the middle of the room except for metal circle in the ceiling, much like the elevator the small Mr. Luitpold had used.

Luitpold himself was now impatiently pacing the room, circling, doubling, wandering around the lab. His thoughts traveled in the same way in his small bald head. Finally, a female lab assistant with snow-white hair and rose-pink eyes approached him.

“We are ready, Meneer Luitpold. The Preparation Stage is ready. At your command, sir.” Her accent was similar to Luitpold’s, but less obvious. She sounded like she was from another country. At any rate, her voice was higher than even his, and much more harmonious. The woman twisted and braided her white hair with her equally bright hands.

“Start ze operation. And don’t ask me again for my opinion, Dr. van Hallst. You alvays have my permission, my dear.”

Dr. van Hallst hurried back to her computer, where Dr. Carmichael also worked. The computer was large enough for four such people, much less two. They obviously had great technical experience. With much clicking, clacking, tapping and pulling, they ordered a thick glass cylinder to lower from the metal circle in the middle of the ceiling. The cylinder was hollow, so that there was room enough for a large bunk-bed. The glass had an unearthly green tint that made the whole room succumb to its hue. A fat man in the western side of the room pulled a lever and said, “Lowering operation platform.”

At that, a mechanical buzzing resounded throughout the lab, and from the metal circle in the ceiling, there came a woman. A woman with coffee-brown skin and abyss-black hair. She was wearing a loose-fitting blue hospital gown and a black gag in her mouth, which was strange, because she wasn’t conscious. She was manacled to a blue plastic platform attached to a pneumatic arm, and fitted with many gadgets. An older lady on the north side of the room pressed a button and said, “Initiating preparation sequence.” in a calm, soft voice like a grandmother. It is terrifying what kinds of people become wicked sometimes.

The platform in the green cylinder raised to a vertical position, and the woman’s head dropped to her chest. Dr. Carmichael announced, “Tinting cylinder.” The green tint of the glass became as dark as sludge.

“VHAT?” exclaimed Liutpold, standing up from his cushy black chair. “I did not design ze cylinder to inhibit my view of the subject! Vhat if she malfunctioned?”

Dr. Carmichael squeezed his ball and stuttered, “S-sir, this is the South. The things people would say if they found out that we observed the girl… what our families would think…”

Luitpold grumbled something about weak Americans and disobedience in German, then sat back down. Dr. Carmichael tapped at his control panel, which caused the platform in the cylinder to move to an erect position. Then, with a push of a button, pure pain was released on the woman in the glass.

A bright light shone throughout the room from inside the glass, and a dozen metal tool-laden arms operated on her. She let out a blood-curdling scream, and shook so violently her restraints rattled. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the rattling increased, and it seemed as if the woman would break free of her restraints and escape.

No such miracle occurred.

Also, can someone tell me how someone can make a clone that has clothes on? I don’t think it’s possible.