Jimmy Neutron Trouble With Clones Novels & Stories

Torsos with no lower half. Early prototypes. Her father’s earliest attempts at recreating neural hosts. “Oh hell no,” Chase whispered. “I’m gonna have nightmares.” Sienna felt cold sink into her bones. “He made these before the clones upstairs. These are… failed.” Jax scanned the cylinders, jaw tightening. “He was experimenting on a new framework before the Syndicate got their hands on it.” “But why leave them here?” Sienna whispered. “To show you,” her father’s voice answered. They all froze.

Recognition burned in those golden eyes. Raw. Immediate. Real. And Adrian For the first time since the world ended he smiled. The Collapse, The sixth second came like a betrayal. The gold flickered, Not fading, but Fracturing. The clone’s expression twisted. Confusion first. Then pain, Then something far worse, too much Samuel’s voice distorted, doubling over itself. “Adrian; The body convulsed, Hard. Violently enough to crack the reinforced restraints. Liam shouted, “Neural overload! It’s rejecting the energy—!”

"She was perfecting the clones." A soft groan came from the doorway. Nolan leaned against the frame, clutching his bleeding side. "We've got company." The heart monitor's steady beep accelerated as distant footsteps echoed down the hall. Too many to count. All moving in perfect sync. The clones moved as one—a dozen identical faces with empty eyes, blocking every exit. Jeff shoved me behind him, his gun trained on the nearest one. "Don't shoot!" I grabbed his arm. "Look at their necks."

“We share the same code. The same blood. If one of us dies, the sequence collapses.” I stared at her, shaking my head. “You’re lying.” “Try it and see,” she said quietly. Liam hesitated, his hand trembling. I could see it—the war in his eyes, the need to protect me against the horror of possibly being the reason I die. “Don’t listen to her,” I whispered. “She’s trying to manipulate you.” The clone’s eyes flicked toward me. “You think you can deny it, but deep down, you know I’m right. You’ve felt it—the moments when your vision flickers, when your heart skips because it’s not real. That’s the system failing.”

The morning sun caught the ship's crystalline surface and scattered rainbow fragments across the water, creating a light show that probably wasn't helping their case for being "perfectly normal." "Sir." One of the clones—this one had started calling himself Marcus Two, in honor of the original who had died during the arctic expedition—approached with the careful posture of someone delivering news they knew wouldn't be well-received. "The pack has completed the headcount. Three thousand and forty-seven, including the wounded." "Forty-seven more than we started with?" "Some of the brothers... reproduced? We think? The temporal distortions in the pyramid were confusing." Jack decided that werew

He would use his skills to show everyone how much of a piece of trash Fane was. Jimmy sat in front of the illusory stone. He took out a small piece of purple gold from this ring and put it into the stone. Colorful light then shone out of the stone. After that, Jimmy slowly closed his eyes, and his clone formed in the array!

Her brother replied with a smirk. Jay noticed the other Jay's eyes went from her brother to Rody, and from Rody back to Jake. "I can't believe I'm sitting on this bed." He murmured to himself before slowly picking up the popcorn bowl. Then, Jay settled himself on the floor. She doesn't understand why she got the urge to jump off the bed, but she took a handful of her blanket and moved to the floor next to the other Jay. Rody began another round of the fighting game even though he lost last time.

He asked, I stared at Juma Roar, he lowered his head at me, and moved closer to my sister Penelope. I could never understand her, Juma was not even her mate, she rejected her mate to stay with him, I remembered it caused an argument with her and our parents, and the accident happened after two days of their argument. “He found his mate,” Penelope said resignedly with her hand folded. “Isn’t that a good thing?” “You couldn’t believe the girl he found.” “That’s not supposed to come from you, Pen, you should have a look around, before you could think of judging.”

A man sat suspended in the fluid, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. He didn't look like Dominic. He looked like Silas Thorne at the age of thirty—the predatory curve of the jaw, the arrogant set of the brow, and the long, elegant fingers that had signed the death warrants of a million "donors." "A clone," Tommy whispered, his voice cracking. "He wasn't just trying to live forever through the blood. He was building a replacement." "Not a replacement," a voice boomed, not from the pod, but from the speakers embedded in the obsidian cube. "An archive."

The feeling of being dwarfed was so overwhelming, Luke found his breathing stifled. As his thoughts roamed, the ground broke Jim’s fall with his right arm numbed. His contact with Zayn was no more than a tap, and yet it felt like he had touched a live wire with his bare hands. Still, the injury was light enough to be shrugged off, so Jim got back to his feet to explain himself, “I’m so sorry for this, Mr. Jones. I admit I messed up on managing my underlings, and I should have never allowed Jared the power to bring this delusional madman into a place he has no business being in just to insult you with this… delusion! This part right here is my fault, but please allow me to rectify it! I’ll ki