"So class, for your final project, you will need to apply all the skills you have learned in this class. As you all know, Klonegistics 1C will nearly require you to create clones to aid with your workload. As such, this should be your crash course in applied klonegistics and, should you go for the "a", a bit of advanced neurology." Professor Lanster began passing out the rubric, as if the entire class hadn't already started working on the project as soon as they got their fabriklons.
"For those that are somehow not aware, this project will take place outside of class for the most part, and you will be given a temporary cloning licence that will allow you to legally keep one sentient clone as a servant. As we've also already gone over, call campus police if you feel that your clone is a danger to yourself or others at all." Lanster sat back at her desk. "I understand that some of you may already have created clones for your own education or work. If you have, you can just present one of your finished clones, as long as it follows the rubric. Any questions?"
Hammond, the a+ student, raised his hand almost immediately.
"Yes?"
"Are we restricted at all in genetic templates? Or can we make alterations? Or-"
"It's explained in the rubric, but the only restrictions are that you have to use a Kester-Stable genome, modified however you deem necessary to aid the integrity of the genome, and grow the body yourself. You'll be graded on cellular integrity and neurological function, and of course if you want the extra points, create a fully sapient mind from base neurological function. If you're having trouble, and I expect many of you will, don't feel too bad about just dumping a brain scan in there."
I had started unpacking my fabriklon earlier in the month, but to be honest the assignment had crept up on me. Like many young men my age, I had faint images of hot chicks doting on my every need - I mean, hell, nine tenths of the class was male. It's not like anyone would judge me. Well, not in a way that mattered anyways. I started sketching out the rough edges of my project. On the one hand - I wanted a hot girl servant. On the other - I was near failing this class as is, and it was going to be fucking hard to get it right.
Back in my dorm, I started to really realize how fucked I was. We technically could use one of the ten base models, but I was willing to put in the work to figure out how to engineer someone to my tastes. Hah, no. Very wrong. Turns out, I still sucked at base chromosome manipulation, and my first couple attempts didn't even make it past replicase. Then I failed about ten more times over the course of several weeks before I decided to change course. I still wanted my clone to be unique... fuck it. I took a genome sample of myself, fucked with it a bit and bing badda boom, a unique female template. At least technically. Oh well.
With that barrier sloppily hacked over, I was able to get to work on the minutiae of what I really cared about - the appearance and genetic makeup of the clone. I had pretty curly hair, so I made sure to smooth it out and thicken it a bit. Her frame was actually a bit bulkier than mine - I was pretty skinny, and definitely had a thing for muscular women. Couple inches taller as well couldn't hurt, and all of a sudden "Marcella" as I was calling her was looking like an amazon. I predisposed her for muscularity and lower fat. I still had to account for "safely fat" as AGA regulations demanded, so I decided to put it into the breasts and butt, with a bit to pad the body so she didn't look roided out.
The next step was health - which usually was where my skill fell apart. I added a quick "patch" that I had from a project earlier in the year, a general block of genes with a custom immune system, enhanced circulatory and neurological systems, reworked the digestive system in general, and got rid of or changed a lot of the crap organs such as the appendix. The human body was pretty shit when it got down to it. I knew that would probably work how I intended, so I decided to get busy on a custom module for my own clone. There were subservience and libido modules online easy enough, but who knows what the faculty were doing these days to check for plagiarism. They would have cut only a few hours of work anyways, because I intended to be very specific with my reproductive system changes: I wanted to see if I could replace the base traits that females were attracted to biologically with traits that I specifically possessed. In a way, I would be the perfect man for her. I'd heard enough horror stories of clones rejecting their creators handedly. With the design mostly worked over in fabriklon, I hit "start". I then went to bed, apprehensively awaiting an error message the next morning.
Surprisingly however, I did not. Instead, the coffin-like glass to the fabriklon was fogged over, and my heart began pounding against hope. I popped the seal, and flipped up the lid to see magnificence! After about a month of failure after minor success, I had before me a fully living clone, and my god was she brilliant. Almost six and a half feet of amazonian goddess, blonde hair draped under her like a blanket. I couldn't resist playing with her breasts a bit, perfect pillows that would fill with sweet-tasting milk on arousal. Of course, if I woke her up she'd be pretty much brain dead, but massive success! I'd keep her on life support while I figured out the brain, and of course if I fucked up the neurological component I'd have to terminate her and start over with the fabriklon.
The MESMER was a kit I had received last year as part of Kloneurotics 101 last quarter, and it rather resembled a helmet with a usb coming out of it. It's function was twofold: It could scan a brain, and it could interpolate a brain onto a mostly blank one in .fabriklon format neuron tissue. I was interested in the second function, by which I was going to inject a personality and emotional experiences into her. To be perfectly honest, I sucked at this part. The MESMER bit I was fucking great at, sure, but it wasn't the bulk of the class. What I hated was the ridiculous psychoanalyzing that went into curating specific personalities. It felt like guesswork. You had a huge amount of experiences planned out to make somebody amicable, and then adding a negative experience to nudge their opinions some way made them a psychopath. You'd think that somebody would have standardized it by now, and there were guides online, but again, those turned into nebulous guesswork. Like god dammit, I followed your instructions to create a pianist and instead she has a proclivity for mechanics.
Anyways, my POINT is that this shit was hard. I was going to give it a couple tries at least though. Again, the need for it to be self-created really drove me on this project, far more than others in the past.
I gave her many, MANY positive experiences with sex, and I even tried to link them up to me as well. For a tendency towards subservience, an adherence towards authority was required, as well as a fear of breaking the rules. She would have a servant personality, but love sex. That was the idea. I figured that I'd get at least something workable, and then see how I had to tweak it. That being said, this would be the first iteration that resembled the final product. I hit the "upload" button and headed to bed.
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For the past month now, I had been envisioning meeting "Marcella" for the first time. A class that I took for sociology called "cloning and ethics" made really clear that you should try your absolute hardest not to form emotional bonds with clones. They were expendable, disposable, didn't have rights, and, paradoxically, usually thought of themselves as human, which made forming those attachments dangerous. That said, what's a sex servant without a bit of love? I'd been creating her for a while now, and it was hard to say I wasn't at least a little invested in her well being - even if I was creating her to cater to my every whim. That night, I tossed and turned. They try and prepare you, but nothing really comes close to the existentialism of bringing a human-adjacent being into the world.
The next morning, I jumped out of bed with the full on intention of bailing on class. I cracked open the fabriklon and gazed once again upon the body of Marcella. Since I'd settled on the body design, I'd taken the liberty of buying and dressing her in a tube top and jeans. She was absolutely perfect. Maybe I was a little narcissistic, but I loved that she looked similarly different to me. It was basically me as the ideal woman, which fulfilled another fantasy that I'd never get to ride out. Speaking of riding...
I triple checked the MESMER and disconnected it from her head, and entered the jump-start sequence into the fabriklon. This was the final thing I could potentially fuck up - or I could have fucked up way back down the road somewhere and I was about to realize it here. If I had succeeded though, goddam I was happy. With a sharp intake of breath, Marcella opened her eyes.
"Who are you?" She frowned. "Who am I"
