Kon was looking down at the floor as he stood up, thoughtful, and didn't looked at Mei-Xing or Luthor--or even fate. When he got to the podium, he placed his omnicom in front of him and placed his hands to the sides carefully, and gripped them for a moment.
Unlike the others, he wasn't really dressed fancy. He was in his standard "S" T-shirt (that he'd gotten made at Zokez) and jeans.
It took a second for him to start, but when he finally took a deep breath and let it out, and looked up, there was an expression of resolve on his face that made him almost the mirror image of his mentor when said mentor was in 'save-the-day' mode. Looking back at his omnicom, he started.
"When I was cloned, I was aged up very quickly. I went from a clump of cells to a teenager in about a week. That made it impossible for my brain to develop, and the tech at Cadmus, the facility that cloned me, had to do a lot of stuff to prod my brain into working. Since I'd never used the damn thing, they introduced programming--basic knowledge, social knowledge, all that to it, arooound I guess when I was physically 12 or 13 maybe. That's when I remember the start of it anyway and that's how old I looked. I think."
A deep breath.
"Do I recommend doing that for the clone? Well, actually no. We don't know if we can, a lot can go wrong, and aside from that, I had a whole grab bag of issues from that programming and having my mind formed for me rather than developing it with age--everything from arrogant, evil megalomaniac supervillains using that to control me to identity issues that I still struggle with today."
"But my point is that, at one point, I was in the same state as Mei-Xing's clone. My brain was there, it was healthy, but I wasn't doing anything but floating useless in a tube, at first. Clones are often not...like normal people in our stages of development, that's the part I'm trying to impress here. When you've got someone playing mad scientist, they don't always pay attention to the fiddly bits like proper neural development or whether or not the clone can survive out in the open air without their skin turning to chalk. That means that clones sometimes develop in strange steps, or are undeveloped, or shoot off into a developmental dead end, usually because of the callousness and cruelty of people who only intend to use them for something."
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Unlike the others, he wasn't really dressed fancy. He was in his standard "S" T-shirt (that he'd gotten made at Zokez) and jeans.
It took a second for him to start, but when he finally took a deep breath and let it out, and looked up, there was an expression of resolve on his face that made him almost the mirror image of his mentor when said mentor was in 'save-the-day' mode. Looking back at his omnicom, he started.
"When I was cloned, I was aged up very quickly. I went from a clump of cells to a teenager in about a week. That made it impossible for my brain to develop, and the tech at Cadmus, the facility that cloned me, had to do a lot of stuff to prod my brain into working. Since I'd never used the damn thing, they introduced programming--basic knowledge, social knowledge, all that to it, arooound I guess when I was physically 12 or 13 maybe. That's when I remember the start of it anyway and that's how old I looked. I think."
A deep breath.
"Do I recommend doing that for the clone? Well, actually no. We don't know if we can, a lot can go wrong, and aside from that, I had a whole grab bag of issues from that programming and having my mind formed for me rather than developing it with age--everything from arrogant, evil megalomaniac supervillains using that to control me to identity issues that I still struggle with today."
"But my point is that, at one point, I was in the same state as Mei-Xing's clone. My brain was there, it was healthy, but I wasn't doing anything but floating useless in a tube, at first. Clones are often not...like normal people in our stages of development, that's the part I'm trying to impress here. When you've got someone playing mad scientist, they don't always pay attention to the fiddly bits like proper neural development or whether or not the clone can survive out in the open air without their skin turning to chalk. That means that clones sometimes develop in strange steps, or are undeveloped, or shoot off into a developmental dead end, usually because of the callousness and cruelty of people who only intend to use them for something."