'Was the old one not needed?' Azel thought as he turned the bloody book in his hand.
Many pages from the other diary had been torn away, but this one looked newer.
Maybe the professor had started it after the first was ruined.
He flipped the book open.
It was not new…
Most of the pages were destroyed but the first few remained. They looked almost clean compared to the rest, the handwriting rough and rushed but readable.
He scanned the first few pages.
Whatever this man had written, it was enough to make his stomach twist.
And because he was curious about how this man… had created the clones, he read every word.
…
[Day 90]
it… it doesn't work… no, no, no the bodies split, the skin cracks they can't hold the pulse, can't grow
need something alive, something that hums with breath not metal not clay a real beating form…
something warm, soft, real… maybe a woman yes… yes that could work…
the circle keeps whispering, says "find it, find it, make it whole"
