M.P.C.B.C. and please copy this down—DNA—Deoxyribonucleic acid.I asked for lab help and the Feds said they would send the best they had. You were supposed to be knowledgeable. That's a joke but I haven't time to dwell on it. My research must proceed at a step-upped pace to meet the government's time table. You were supposed to assist me in a method to catalog the DNA for everyone with unique characteristics to be retrievable in nanoseconds of time. This in turn was to enable the cloning of a selected race with the desired abilities, color, strength, height, etc. within minutes of time. After researching the DNA code signatures I found three significant capabilities of coding an individuals attributes and producing the ultimate android clone. 1. Actual Genome Banking for long-term storage of DNA through receipt, maintenance standardization, storage, and quality control. 2. Anonymization through coded samples that can only be traced back to the original subject matter. To keep all data Anonymous and impossible to link to the sources will result in pure DNA codes. 3. Purification through inhibitors of contaminants of any sort. Through manual and automated methods the yield of pure DNA results in a purity of 93% for any extraction of banked Genes. It may be of interest that you are the Feds first clone from another department. Thousands of you can now be produced within hours through my newly developed bar code process. All characteristics needed for an army of super strong clones are selected from the original DNA blood samples and listed in a bar code. The selected genes bar code is fed into the DNA production machine with organic tissues and emulsified body components. The selected bar code generates a clone identical with the selected characteristics and out pops a new soldier clone for the government. The bar code selected for you creates brawn and no reasoning power. "Rather neat isn't it?" She mused to herself, it has one boring feature, you will all look alike, same as pouring animal crackers out of a box. It's lonely working in an outback lab. My machine is set up to produce Genotypes like you by the thousands. When I think about the hundreds of experimental models I produced I feel like vomiting. All were trashed in a giant mix-master to produce some more organic tissues for the final product. That reminds me, I need more dead human bodies. It would be nice to talk to a real live human, but they won't allow me in a Federal building. Someone let it slip out that I had an accident and am not 100% human. Perhaps I should change bar codes and mess around with a few new male clones of my choice. Incidentally, MPCBC means; "My Personal Computer Bar Code." What's all the fuss with the Feds about me and my private bar code? 
I have to make you into mince meat now #001. I'll generate a new bar code for you and see you in a couple of seconds. BYE NOW! © Don & Norma Duclon 2002-2006
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