The Dana Project

Fair warning, this story's could be considered a little graphic

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How Dana began:

Not a very long time ago a “medical miracle,” as it was called, was brought into this world. And a miracle it was, as all healthy newborn children are, but on December 24, year unknown, the first recorded “true” hermaphrodite was born to a young couple just outside of New York. The newborn, apart from it being both male and female, was perfectly healthy. The parents, being very young and terrified by the birth of their child, had no idea what to do. Unable to bring themselves to change their child or care for it as a “freak” they decided to place it in a nearby orphanage.
Through some horrible unknown twist of fate, the child somehow ended up in the hands of the DeGarian Corporation, or DGC, a medical company that specializes in genetics and has a rather shaky background, where it was taken for study.
Dana, as the subject was eventually named, was studied from infancy and was found to be very, very healthy, genetically both male and female with both sets of genitalia perfectly formed and, most importantly, functional. The doctors assumed that, like other hermaphrodites in nature such as worms, snails and such, the subject could reproduce asexually. Thrilled by the possibility of this, the scientists went on to test their theory as soon as possible.
At age eleven, young Dana was forced to impregnate herself. The first two pregnancies miscarried, but finally the first Dana gave birth to two children genetically identical to their mother (as this particular Dana identified itself as female) in every way including her working hermaphrodite body.
So pleased were they with the results that they continued experimenting, impregnating each Dana repeatedly until there was practically an army of the hermaphrodite mothers. Eventually, they attempted other tests on the Danas other than simply breeding more clones.
Soon they began impregnating the subjects with sperm from a few donors and, when the results were not catastrophic failures, they found that the children had very unique mutations. Though most of the children were born ether male or female, or had some form of ambiguous genitalia, almost all of them had special “abilities” including anything from increased physical and mental abilities to almost unreal psychic powers.
Some are not without flaw however; some have very crippling physical handicaps, but most get by.
The sons and daughters of Dana, unlike their parents, are not always used as broodmares for the next generations of experiments however. The DeGarian Corporation found a much more practical use for them. Those that aren’t used for breeding purposes are often sold off to a wealthy company or family that uses their unique mutations to their own advantage. They are usually used as spys, body guards or for simple entertainment.

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They call me: M. R. Goldstein
I was born on: December 18 (38 years old)
I am a: A man
Bio: My father was one of the original scientists overseeing the original Dana and was the real spark for creating the entire program. I, even as a child, was always in the labs assisting him as best as I could as my mother was dead because of a failed experiment conducted on her. I was always happy to help with anything I could, it was my purpose in life to do so, I even was used in the creation of several of the Danas offspring. I was a proud son to an even prouder father. After my father’s death I took over the entire project as it was my destiny to do.
Personality: Goldstein is a very determined man who lives for his work entirely, as he hasn’t known much else in his life. He is very cruel when things don’t go his way but as long as he gets what he wants hes usually just cold and distant and will leave you alone for the most part.
I work for: DGC as the head of the Dana Project
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I am Dana Number: 73
I was born on: July 9, thirteen years ago
I identify as: …Im not sure…a Girl?
Bio: 73 had her first child very young, about eight years old, and was very traumatized by the experience. Since then all of the doctor’s attempts to impregnate her have failed though she is seemingly healthy. While she is ashamed by her inability to have a child, as she has been told since her birth that it was her only purpose in life, but she is secretly happy about this and is completely content spending the rest of her days doing nothing. She has a talent and a passion that the other Danas do not posses. She has a deep love for drawing and imagining the world outside. They have never seen the Dark World, as the doctors call it, but to the Dana’s it has become sort of a happy fairytale world and 73 loves to take her little piece of chalk and board and give her comrades a view of the Dark World through her eyes.
Personality: 73 is extremely innocent and really hasn’t ever known anything outside of her little world in the lab. She loves to learn but is apprehensive of being scolded for prodding around too much though she will happily listen to whatever you say. Dishonesty and mistrust are foreign to her, so she will trust you nearly immediately and literally, so be careful what you say. She’s a little lazy but that isn’t all that much of a problem.
Likes: The sunlight, anything sweet, children, drawing, reading whatever I can get my hands on, drawing, dreaming in sleep and in daylight, listening to music when they let us
Dislikes: Darkness, needles



My name is: Duncan
I was born on: January 14, fifteen years ago
I am a: Male (he is both but genetically male)
I identify as: Straight
Bio: I never saw my mother or father or whatever you would call a Dana, I had complications when I was born. I never saw anyone other than my doctors until I was five years old and even then it was rare because I was so sick at first. But I was lucky to be sick in the long run as I turned out to be a bad candidate for the program and was eventually sold to the family of one of the DGC doctors as a bodyguard for their young daughter when I was healthy enough. I don’t like where I am in life but I definitely think it’s better than living inside of that laboratory. It’s suffocating in there, but I would love to be a free man if I didn’t know running away would make me a dead man.
My mutation: Duncan was born with only two limbs, his right arm and left leg, and often uses a wheelchair or crutches to get around. He looks rather crippled to the unknowing onlooker, which is good for surprising anyone who wants to hurt his client, but he’s not handicapped by any means. He has some pretty hardcore telekinesis and telepathic powers, he can lift a car if he wants to.
My Job: I’m a bodyguard for the daughter of a DGC doctor.
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My name is: Rafiel...or Raf
I was born on: July 13 (16 years old)
I am a: Male...but I have boobs
I identify as: Pan
Bio: tch...no
Personality: Rafish
Likes: To dance and sing
Dislikes: Rules and blood
My mutation: I have four balls....and am anemic to the point that I have to drink blood, it's gross, but I can telaport....well kinda...
My Job: I'm an 'entertainer'
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I am Dana Number: 69
I was born on: Novmber 14 (17 years ago almost)
I identify as: I think of myself as a male...but I have both em...parts
Bio: 69 has been used for many children. Including 73 since he was 9. He hates his work since he loathes his female parts and is often caught mutilating himself. He often has to be restrained and locked up.
Personality: Moody and depressed doesn't like to talk much. Sulky and a dreamer of something else.
Likes: darkness, silence, sleeping
Dislikes: being used and abused in tests

They call me: Jabob Flair
I was born on: December 21 (just turned 19
I am a: Male
Bio: Well my parents were in debt to this hell hole so when they died I took the job....I wanted to be an actor...but no...I get to imgregnate chick...like.....things all day....and not in the fun way...not that I really wanna touch them...ewww.
Personality: Snarky
Likes: smirking, mocking, disobeying orders
Dislikes: His job
I work for: Doctor at DGC
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Artificial lights are horrible, and headache inducing, no matter how long youve lived under them. They werent the same as sunlight on your skin and always seemed to make the walls glow an naturally bright white that seemed to bore into your brain like a white hot spike. Or at least that's the way Goldstein felt about it. He loved being outside, but he loved the job more. If only they could have sky lights, or walls that didn't have to be so spotlessly white, but if they could see out then others could see in. And that would be very, very bad.
Goldstein sighed a bit and took a swig of his Cherry Coke lazily as he looked at the file before him and then at the Dana that was laying on the gynecological chair in front of him, its legs spread shakily before him. He grumbled slightly at 73 and looked back down at the chart.
"Youve had five different attempts at fertilization in the past three years since your first pregnancy and the past six months youve been given off because of an infection in your uterus..." he said with a sigh and looked up at it again, "Am i mistaken?"
"Y..." She swallowed, "Yes sir"
"Mmmhm and six weeks ago there was another attempt to fertilize. Is that also correct?" He asked.
"Yes sir" She said timidly.
"Any sighns that it might have took?" He asked.
"No sir"
"Hm... Well, let me take a look," He said as he began his work and the girl cringed visibly at the very words.

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Duncan was down right bored as he waited in the second floor meeting room, that happened to be vacant, as he "guarded" his clients daughter Abby. There was really nothing to do in the room and he wasnt to be given anything to do because that would distract him from "protecting" Abby, which really meant make sure that she didnt leave and watch her text for the next three hours.
Abby was about a year older than him, something she never let him forget, and addicted to her Iphone, which was nice when he didnt want to deal with her but really inconvenient when he actually wanted a conversation. Not that Abby could hold a conversation. She was a little stupid, but he didnt hold it against her much, they had come to an understanding.
"...Who are you texting?" He asked after a long silence.
"Im not, im reading my facebook," She said as if everyone knew that.
"Oh...anything interesting?"
"Nothing youd like," She said and the conversation stopped there. Duncan let out another sigh and sunk into his chair, listening to the little clicks from the phone and the monotonous ticking of the clock and hoped to God something would happen.

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"Well...ill need to get the blood tests back but as far as i can see from your ultrasound your not pregnant," He said with a sigh, "Damn...Well...well wait a little longer and try again in a month or so...maybe a few weeks. Just take it easy for a while"
73 nodded as fast as her head could bob.
"Ok then," He said and opened the door for her. 73 nodded and gave the doctor a quick 'thank you' and was out the door in a flash, tears forming in her eyes almost as soon as she was out of his sight.

69 huffed dully as he waited in the hall tugging on the hand restaints that he had on to keep from hurting himself. He had just been released from the darkroom. He was in that time for trying to 'kill' his current kid. Again. He sighed looking at the small crying Dana. Ahhh little 73....bad news again I guess....lucky little one... He frowned. He knew the kid well. It was his after all. His sperm his egg. He gagged a little at the fact that he HAD eggs. He looked dully at the door wondering when Goldstien would let him in so he could get this part of hell over with. He looked up then hearing foot steps. It was the new doctor. Jac or something, 69 thought. It didn't matter to him. "You're late..." 69 thought with a smirk.

"Yeah well screw you...." He said wrinkling his nose, "I was sleeping...."

"Ahhh must be nice....sleep...peace and all that bull...." 69 sneered.

Jacob looked at him, "It was...." He said darkly before knocking on the door.

"I wouldn't do that...he'll get pissy...." 69 said dully. Jacob ignored him knocking again.

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"Yah?" Raf said as he paused mid twirl.
"Maybe just a little tighter...." His 'friend' Sir Romin said, "Like....an oval..."
Raf blinked. "But...Sir a oval is looser...."
"......oh...then a triangle...."
"You can't twirl in the shape of a triangle..." Raf replied.
".....oh...." Sir Romin repeated, "A circle then!" He exclaimed.
Raf just stared slowly nodding as he turned and Sir Romin clapped with delight.

73 looked at her mother tearfully as she walked past her into the other examination room. Even though 69 looked almost identical to every other Dana in the entire place, 73 could always tell him from the rest of the bunch, it could have been because he was always restrained somehow, but that wasnt the point. She knew as well that 69 was a "boy" in his own mind and just as much her father as her mother, but she had called him Mumma since she had spoken her first words and had never had the heart to let go of it even if it did bother him to hear it.
She smiled at 69, a genuinely happy smile at that, and placed her hands on her stomach lightly.
"I'm still bare!" She said with a shining smile and threw her hands up in joy.

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Duncan looked up curriously, suddenly hearing peoples voices down the hall.
"Did you hear that?" He asked Abby curriously. Abby looked at him blandly.
"Hum? What? No i didnt hear anything...why?"
"I hear people...talking"
"They do that you know" She said, rolling her eyes as she went back to her phone.
"Do you want to go see whats going on?" he asked.
"Uuuuuh no," She said, not even looking up at him.
"Fine then..." He said with a huff and left his post. He didnt care if he would be scolded, he was about a second away from bashing his head against the wall. Using his own mind, he pushed the door open without touching it even slightly and wheeled himself out the door. He didnt actually wheel himself out, because it was hard to do that with only one hand, but rather gave himself a psychic push forward. When he first learned how to do it he could barely contain himself and would often scream, "IM Professor FUCKING XAVIOR BITCH!" as he pushed himself along. He had grown out of it though, even if he still thought it.
After a while he managed to figure out where the voices were coming from, thankfully not his own head, and opened the door to another small office.
"Um...what are you doing?" He asked innocently as he watched the boy twirl.

"PYRAMID TIME!!!!!" Sir Romin screamed with delight just as Duncan came in, "OH use the wheelchair for extra points!!!" Raf paused and looked at Sir Romin his hands folded under his chest. ".....what....you can't use the boy that's just silly!"
"For the last time Sir Romin I can't do a pyramid...." Raf frowned.
"........Fine...."
"Thank-"
"Quadrangle!!!!" Romin screamed jummping to his feet.
"........"
Romin blinked, "What...."
"What's a quadrangle?"
"YOUR NEW GOD!"
Raf sighed looking to Duncan for help.

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"Woot!" 69 replied, "That's my girl! She's my girl!" He smirked to Jacob who was still knocking.
"That's gross...." He sneered.
"Tch..." 69 said looking back to 73 smiling happily.

Duncan just stared vacantly.
"Hey dont ask me," He said with a wide eyed shurg, "And your not allowed to touch my chair. Youll brake it...i think...im not sure if you CAN break it...But dont try, you might break me by accident. Wait...what about a quadrangle?"

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73 grinned happily and kissed her father on the cheek with glee.
"How is that gross?" She mumbled innocently and looked down at her newest sibling. She returned her gaze to 69, her joyous expression suddenly clouded by pity.
"Would you like me to take 84 for a bit?" She asked.

Sir romin muttered something in a foreign language as he sat down. Raf shrugged getting off the table going to Duncan. "Beats me…I'm uh Rafiel by the way…"

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69 frowned looking at his kid. "Nah she has to see the doc now anyway…oh but call her Joy…I don't want this number thing anymore…I'll think of a name for you too my little 73…" He frowned.

Jacob looked at the two. He knew already Dana 69 was a trouble maker. And didn't like rules. He snorted knocking again on the door. "Yo Doc…girl 69 is here…" He said not knowing any better as 69 let out a growl.

"I. Am. Not. A. Girl." He said sharply his eyes flashing darkly as he growled.

"No, your wrong 69," Goldstein said, finally coming to Jacobs rescue, and smirked a little bit at the Danas comically tragic number, "You are a girl and a boy too, thats why your so special"
He smiled at that, though it wasnt a nice smile, and held the door for him, "And you can call the child anything you like for its pet name but dont give them any bright ideas. All of you here are named Dana, remember that....Alright Then step on inside"

73 waited for a moment, pretending not to pay attention to her father though she could not help but smile at his words, and waited for the Doctor to close the door. As soon as he closed the door behind the three she lept into the air happily and ran down the hall.
"IM NOT PREGNANT!" She screamed happily down the halls, jumping up and down every now and then. This was even more comical because she, like all the Dana's, was stark naked. They had once been allowed clothing but since 47 had hung herself with her gown they had taken away all fabric completely.

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"Uh...im Duncan," He said, stretching out his only arm in a greeting.

69 glared at him nice the door closed. "Special huh funny way of showing it Doc. And I don't like the name Dana why didn't you name us something cool like Seth." He scowled looking at his restraints darkly. If it wasn't for them he would rip his breasts off. Although he was told it wasn't actually possible.

"Seth is a boys name…" Jacob replied darkly.

"Your point?" 69 challenged.

"Your 69 so shut up…" He smirked. 69 just glared.

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Rafiel shook his hand awkwardly. "That's Sir Romin…he's…" Raf had no words.

"Yeaa..." He said, still looking at them odly, "Um...Can i ask you why your wearing a tutu?"

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"If you were named Seth that would be unfair to the others, and the female parts of you. Male names imply that you are only male, which you are, as much as you wish you were, not. You are named Dana because it is a uni-sexual name. And it fits," He said with a shrug.
"So...how is the child? You havent tried to smother it this time have you?" He said distastefully and asked him to sit up on the special chair for patients, "And, if im correct, you had an attempted fertilization a few weeks ago. How goes that?"

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73 skipped, yes skipped, to her room gaily, the other Dana’s watching her and giggling at how odd it was. But she didn’t mind, she was too overjoyed at the news to care. She had been so worried, so horribly worried one day when she had woken up and vomited into the toilet straight away, she was so sure that she was pregnant. But lo and behold, here she was, free of child yet again.
It had been years since she had given birth to her first child and she remembered each moment clearly. She had been too young, far, far too young to carry a child. She had “become a woman” very early in life, eight years old in fact, and they had wasted no time in getting her pregnant. Her body was so little and undeveloped and yet she had a child living in her belly. 73 shivered, she remembered how disgusting she felt, that huge bump where the child hid inside of her. From her youngest years the doctors had told her that this was her only purpose in life, giving birth to “a new generation of man” as they called it, but her father, and her own body’s instinct, told her it wasn’t right.
She had done well they told her, in bringing the little baby boy into the world, even though she had done nothing other than wait as they pulled the child out of her in surgery. 73 was not proud of herself, she was not proud of her son for being born, in fact she wished that he had died, and was very depressed when they told her that she could take care of him herself with the other mothers. 73 did not want to do that, she would have been happier never to see the child again, but she agreed because it was expected of her to do so.
She remembered the child well, from his first cry, which never sounded human to her, to his deep brown skin and curly hair, which she always thought was a mistake as none of the other children were that way, and, more than anything, his too bright blue eyes. Those eyes haunted her, there was something sinister about them. The child was, for all intents and purposes, a beautiful little boy, with adorable little dimpled cheeks, but 73 never liked to touch him. Though the boy obviously wanted to be loved by his mother, she found herself unable to feel much of anything for him. The child simply felt wrong to her, like evil leaked from its very soul.
She shivered at the thought, his face burned into her brain. Luckily when he was two he had been taken away from her, she was happy to be free of the burden as she was only ten at the time, but she could never shake the dirty feeling she had felt when he was around. Now that she was older she felt very bad about the child, or the way she had treated it, and often wondered what had become of little 73.1B and wished that she could have done it all over again differently. The older she got the more she realized that she loved children, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to be used again as an incubator for their experiments.
When she returned to her room of three she was happy to find that 012 was there. 012 was her best friend by default, as she spent the most time with him and he was actually fun to talk to even if he was rather mean. 012 looked at her queerly.
“Whats with the smile?” He asked, draping himself comfortably along the bed.
“Im not pregnant!” She exclaimed and 012’s face brightened.
“Really? Good for you!” He said with a grin, “I was worried there for a while”
“I know…” She said with a sigh of relief, “But im free for a while. If Im lucky, forever!”
“Im not sure if never giving birth again would be lucky, I mean, you are a Dana, but maybe when your older or something,” He said with a shrug.
“I never want to be pregnant again,” She said angrily.
“I hear ya sister,” He said sassily, “But it’s not that simple. Not for us. Just enjoy it for the moment” He said with a sigh.
“I will,” She giggled and picked up her piece of chalk, “Do you want me do draw you?”
“Why?” He grumbled, “Use a mirror, its easier for me if you do, we look practically the same”
“Practically, but you look a little different” She said with a grin.
“Too little. What can you draw in here? There’s nothing,” He huffed.
“There’s more here than you think,” She said cheerily and looked around for something to prove it to him. She could find nothing though. In the end she pulled out a book from the end table. It was a simple small book titled, “Fauna of the Bay Area,” which, to anyone else in the world, would have looked completely boring as it was filled with plants and a few flowers here and there, but to the Dana’s it was a rare window to the outside world, and 73 loved it. She had drawn nearly every plant inside of the book and read it at least five times, which was harder than you would think as she had been illiterate before she had gotten a hold of it.
With a little sigh of happiness, she laid down on her bed and pulled out her black chalkboard, flipping to some type of fern, and began to draw. 012 leaned over to watch with interest as she began. In a few minutes she had filled the board to the edges with studies of the plants on that page. With a smile she whipped away the board. 012 sighed unhappily, mourning the loss of the lovely pictures, and leaned against his roommate tiredly. 73 wished that she could keep the pictures as well, but there was a lovely violet that she needed to draw and all she had was white chalk and her notebook. Sometimes she actually got to use the book when they gave her a pencil, but that was rare as pencils could be used as weapons, mainly for self mutilation which was the DGC’s biggest problem lately. She didn’t mind that much though that she didn’t have good art supplies, the chalk was good enough, a fresh start every time.
The two Dana’s jumped suddenly as the click of the door opening interrupted their art lesson. Standing in the door was a Dana, well along with child and showing it, he looked very tired and moved very slowly and weakly as he entered the room. Despite being with child, he was incredibly thin, his shoulder blades sticking out unhealthily and his eyes were glazed with black circles beneath each one. He had a very sad air about him, though he smiled at them warmly as he entered, and hardly seemed to be alive at all, the lines of tubes running down him and entering his body at several points made him look even less human.
“Hello 013,” 73 said with a smile, though she could not hold back the sadness she felt in seeing him as 012 and herself went to help him sit down. 013 smiled at them weakly as they helped him to the bed, even in sitting he seemed frail, and closed his eyes as he leaned against the back post of the bed.
“Thank you,” he croaked, his voice as weak as his body, “How are you 73?”
“Fine 13, fine,” She said with a smile, “How are you? Are you feeling any better? The treatment helping?”
“I feel better every day,” He said, thought they all knew he was lying. 012 smiled sadly at this and stroked his twin’s hair. 012 and 013 had been born together, which is what the different number set stands for, and his brother was always a bit protective of him.
“I’ll gets you some water,” 012 said, but 013 just laughed feeblely and stopped him.
“I’m fine,” He said, a bit breathless, “I’m just getting a bit heavy” He chuckled and put a hand on his swollen belly.
“I’ll say,” His brother joked.
“So, 73, how did it go?” 013 asked curiously.
“Oh, Im not pregnant,” she said with a grin, “And absolutely ecstatic!”
“Oh! That’s good! Your too pretty to be fat,” He laughed genuinely.
73 laughed with him, but her smile faded sooner than it had come. She felt horrible at her good fortune now that 013 had come in, as she now felt she had no right to her happiness. Almost eight months ago the doctors had found that 013 had developed cancer, though where and what kind she was unsure, and the prognosis wasn’t very good. Feeling that there was some type of opportunity in this, they decided to impregnate 013 anyway and give him an experimental drug in hopes to cure it to see the effects on him and on the child. Because of the cancer alone just being pregnant was extremely painful for 013 and was probably killing both mother and child faster and the treatment wasn’t working. The cancer was obviously getting worse, as you could actually see one of the tumors if you looked close enough and in the right place. They guessed that 013 and the child would both die from one thing or another but it was agony for 013 in the mean time. He had once been energetic and rather funny, much more so than his brother, but now he was too ill and in too much pain that his personality hardly ever shone through. 73 secretly hoped he didn’t have much time left.
“Their serving cake in the cafeteria today, I almost had some,” 013 said.
“Im sure it’s great,” 012 said with a sad smile.

"He's my employer and he told me to wear it…" Raf frowned.
Sir Romin giggled, "When he jumps I can see his winky!!!"
Rafiel just sighed. "It could be worse…" Raf shrugged.
Sir Romin smirked his personality changing instantly. "Oh it could be much worse much much worse…your just happy I've been having simple amusements with you boy…I have a darker side that would make this whole company seem like Candy Land."
Raf remained silent looking down.

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69 sighed listening to him dully. "No I haven't tried to kill 84 and yes tuerevwas a fertilization…" He paused frowning. He hated the process. It made him angry and annoyed. It hit like hell too. That female part always did. It stung and burned. But no infection could be found they said it was all in his head. "It's fine I guess I've been feeling bitchy and it…" He said pointing to his female parts, "Hurts so It's fine…" He sighed.

Jacob listened to the Dana thinking. He didn't understand what was being gained from these experiments. It just seemed inhumane to them. And to him since he was forced to work here.

Duncan just cringed a bit and gave Raf a look that screamed, 'I am soooo sorry!'
He wheeled back a little bit, not really sure if he was safe here, and really should have gone back to his post right then and there. But he was bored, so he stayed.
"Ok then...So, im Duncan...and im not fond of dancing," He said, laughing awkwardly and looked down at his limbs, or lack there of.

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Goldstein sent Jacob a look, as if he could feel the boy doubting the project, before returning his gaze to 69.
The boy is young, he thought, I didnt understand it ether when i was his age. But he'll soon understand, and learn to love it.
He sighed a bit and took 84 away from its mother and handed it to Jacob and went to his usual work. After a while he cleaned 69 and looked at him with a smirk.
"Well, it took," He said with a smile, "From what i can see the child is doing very well indeed at this point. You should be proud. We actually decided to put you in different section of the program than you were before, because of your good track record, well, with breeding anyway. This child will not be a Dana, nor will it be genetically your child, so were hoping it goes well"

Raf smiled a bit, "That's fine...I enjoy it...." He said looking down at his two healthy legs. Well healthy except for the scars and bruises. "I'm done anyway right..." He said looking at Sir Romin who nodded as he got up and left without a word.

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Jacob just shrugged watching 84 silently.

69 sighed, not feeling proud but was a bit currious, "That's just great...so what exactly is the kid...." He said looking down at his belly warrily. Of course his record was good. He never missed a kid. Ever. His nasty parts as he called them were always working. But the fact that the child was something new bothered him. He didn't like change. Which was strange since change was all he dreamed about.

"You like it?" he asked curiously, "I hate my job...its boring. Nothing ever happens to her, my clients daughter. Im a body guard for her. But shes sixteen, the worst thing that ever hapens to her is that her boyfriend breaks up with her. Shes so ignorant it kills me"

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"Well, I'm glad you asked. For the past several years we've been playing around with different gene combination's and DNA to see exactly how far we can go with certain mutations without destroying the organism. Weve done this quite successfully with other traits, such as mental ability's, physical strength, flexibility, making senses greater, and so forth. Though weve done well with these experiments we could never actually get the same random results and ability's that are created through crossing normal humans with a Dana and they would never have the same kind of reproductive power as their parents. We think we've fixed that though. We believe that weve isolated the gene that makes you Dana's so unique. Were hoping that this child, and the rest that will be put into this program, will be a new line of Dana like beings, only they will not be related to the Dana line and will have the same unique ability's as your children. Your child, 73, is apart of this program as well, but shes ether too young or just has something wrong with her as none of the attempts have been taking. So shes being pulled out. Its too expensive an endeavor to waste on faulty Dana's. I thought you might want to know is all."

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73 sighed as she laid down on her bead again as she pulled out her notebook and began to draw, this time with the pencil they had given her, though it was too dull to make the fine lines she wanted. 013 had dosed off for a bit and was in and out of his dreamland every few moments but he didnt look very comfortable. He never did anymore. 73 tried to ignore him as best as she could, it bothered the boy to see how sad he seemed to make everyone with his presence, and doodled what she thought a cat would look like. It didnt look like a cat at all, but she had never seen one before, so it was dificult. It looked more like man with a hunched back and legs that were too long. But she didnt care. It was beautiful to her.
012 suddenly broke the silence with a sigh. 013 started from his sleep again before closing his eyes with a painful little groan.
"Do you want to go downstairs?" He asked.
"Sure...why?" She asked.
"I want to run around a bit," He said, "Besides, 13 needs to sleep"
"I'm fine..." 013 mumbled tiredly.
"Liar," he said sadly before looking at 73, forcing himself to smile, "Maybe they'll let us have the soccer ball again"
"Yea," She said as they left to go play.

Raf shrugged, "It's fine I guess...yeah...I don't understand girls..." He frowned, "I don't understand much actually....Sir Romin isn't big on explanations....." He scowled, "I'm pretty stupid..." He sighed.

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69 narrowed his eyes thinking, "Okay and if this works...we won't....we won't become obsolete will we?" He asked worried. No one liked that word. People and things that became obsolete vanished, and weren't seen again. 69's old room mate 64 was obsolete after a miscarriage and she just left. When he asked Goldstein about her he said she was in the Great Beyond. Whatever that was...

"Mmm, i like girls, just not girls her age...most of them. Their very confusing," He said with a shrug, "And your not stupid...just...sheltered. Im guessing your the child of a Dana right?"

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Goldstein smiled at that, "No, dont worry, well still need fertile Dana's for the second part of the experiment. We cant keep on breeding more and more genetically identical to one another, it wont get us anywhere. And the donor offspring results are too unpredictable and dont have ideal functioning sets of both genitalia for reproduction. The working hermaphrodite gene wont pass on for some reason when another, one sex, individual is introduced. We hope that by making a new line of Dana like subjects, we can get genetic variety as well as pass on the functioning hermaphrodite gene"

He frowned nodding, "Yeah...." He looked down feeling ashamed, "You?" He asked softly.

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69 nodded feeling relieved. He didn't want to be obsolete, ever. "Okay...." He only half understood the doctor's words but he knew he was safe.

"Yup," he said, definitely not proud of it, "I think that makes us brothers in a way. Same way it would technically make the children of twins brothers i guess...does that make sense?"

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He smiled a little at that, his speech had been more for Jacob than 69.
"Yes...well...You and the child seem to be doing well, born and unborn," He smirked at that, "So your free to leave if youd like. Just keep yourself healthy and stop hurting yourself. If not for your sake than the child's. Its precious to us, and hopefully to you as well"

Raf smiled a bit, "Yeah...I guess it does..." He smile more as he looked down.

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Jacob looked at the doctor curiously then glanced at 69 thinking.

69 sighed standing slowly, "Fine....I'll try anyway...." He said, "Can I have 84 back now...." She said cooly as Jacob handed the baby back to her mother. "Thanks...." He said as he left quickly heading down the hall with no real destination.

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"So with this new experiment just what exactly are we trying to acomplish...." Jacob asked the doctor thoughtfully.

"So...what do you do for fun?" He asked, feeling very awkward all of a sudden.

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73 and 012 walked along the hallway, having acquired the prized soccer ball and tossing it back and forth effortlessly as they walked and chatted.
"Do you think it would hurt to ride a horse?" 73 asked, "Ive heard they are ridden all the time, but when people describe them they dont seem very comfy"
"How big are they?" 012 asked.
"Um...a little taller than us...but their neck goes higher though," She explained.
"Yea, that would hurt,"
"Why?"
"Can you reach your leg up that high?"
"Ooooh good point"
"Mhm"

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"Furthering our species potential," He said with a grin.

"Umm......I watch tv....." He said softly.

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69 paused hearing voices and turned going towards them thinking. It sounded like his daughter and her roommate. He smiled a bit.

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"Like deleting bad genes and creating stable mutant like things?" Jacob said it sounded like x-men to him.

"Well that's...dull," he said, feeling very bad for the boy. And he thought his life was boring, "Well...do you...uh...live here?"

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012 and 73 continued down the hall, that is, until 73 saw her mother.
"Mumma!" She squealed and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him lovingly but careful that she didnt hurt the baby.

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"Exactly. But its not X men or Frankenstein, Jacob, not at all. This is a natural mutation that started with the first Dana. It probably would have died out of history completely if we had not intervened weve just taken it and manipulated it. Its not wrong, its not unnatural, were simply helping evolution along, distilling it so it has a chance to live the way it should. Weve made so many leaps forward with the Dana's, far more than you can imagine, were not just mindlessly breeding more children. With each one we get closer to learning more about our kind, how we can survive! Im just a year away from making the breakthrough of a lifetime! Humanity will never be the same!"

"Uh...yeah....sadly...." He frowned.

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He wrinkled his nose at the name but hugged her anyway, "Hey kiddo...." He said smiling. "How are you..."

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Jacob looked at him interested now, "A change like that...from this....I don't believe it Doc...how.." He said looking at him intently.

"Does Sir Romin live here too?" He asked

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73 pulled back a little, feeling her fathers discomfort at the name, she smiled all the same.
"Good," She exclaimed, " Me and 12 were just playing around a little"
"Good morning Sir..." 012 said with a smile, though he looked indifferent to the older Dana.

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"Because Jacob we've found out so much of what the human body can do from this! Look at the donor children! Look at the verity of ability they have! We never thought that a simple human could do any of that! And they are human Jacob, make no mistake. But we've been able to find a way to make Danas that are immune to certain diseases, the first was the rhino virus and now that new super virus thats been coming in from other country's, by simply tweaking them slightly in the labs before we implant them into the mother. Do you see, if this works, the new experiments i mean, we could make a new strand of the human race that is immune to the most deadly of diseases and has extra human ability's. It wont happen in my lifetime, probably not even yours but there will be a time when it will happen.