Jimmy Neutron Trouble With Clones Novels & Stories

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

The proxy tilts his head. “Does she?” Damian’s face does not change. “When it benefits her.” Renn says, “About time he said one clean thing.” I do not tell her she is wrong. The proxy swipes the slate. The wall behind him stops showing fish. It becomes a showroom. Twelve upright tanks. Twelve bodies suspended in clear fluid. Twelve faces close enough to mine that my teeth ache with recognition. The room under the nursery drops away. I am back at the stolen feed. Back at the clone smiling through glass. Back in the corridor with its body under my knees, wearing my face and bleeding clear fluid through my fingers.

- Jimboy i look around and found out that Papa, Phil, Timothy, Jimboy and Christian are the ones that didnt sleep "how your arms Phil?"- Timot "i still cant use them but I can use my clone for the time being"- Phil "how reliable that skill of yours"- Timot currently, we are peeking at the door of the rooftop and found some flying creatures that are wandering at night we saw bats that are more larger than usual and the most surprising is the flying zombie but only their upper half is attached

In a span of a second, there were multiple Jaimes—his clones. Each wore that same twisted grin, circling me like vultures would do to a carcass. “You die today!” They roared in unison. They charged, blades flashing. I dodged the first few strikes, countered the next, slicing through one clone’s torso only for it to dissolve into smoke. One of them was the real Jaime, the rest were illusions. I needed to find the original before they overwhelmed me. “It was nice having a nephew like you,” their voices echoed. “For what it’s worth.”

Adrian said, stepping forward. “You don’t understand,” the clone replied, tone almost sympathetic. “I am not your enemy. I am what you were meant to become.” Adrian’s finger hovered over the trigger. “Then you’ll die proving you’re not.” He fired. The bullet struck the clone square in the chest — but instead of falling, the replica staggered, then steadied himself. Beneath his suit, glowing threads pulsed like veins of light, repairing the damage. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’ve integrated nanotech.”

As we head back to the kingdom, I wonder why it is now that the clone dies, and it is on the same day that the triplets regain their minds. What game are you playing, Jared?

But wouldn’t it be too big of a coincidence that the guy who crashed into Adam and made him an amnesiac was the brother of the guy I injured and all Dom had to do was brainwash Adam to hurt me? Dom probably saw the opening and took it, that’s all I know thus far. The rest are just question marks and possibilities. Whether they planned this or not, they certainly succeeded in having me rejoin the competition. After the last incident, they could’ve bet on me re-entering my ass into that stupid competition. I just hope that the competition isn’t really controlled by Quentin’s gang because that would definitely not end well for me. I would certainly not make it out of the competition alive.

Its fundamental logic encountered a paradox it could not resolve. Alarms erupted throughout the ruins. The main display flooded with corrupted code. The forced reboot progress bar stalled permanently at forty-nine percent. Alexander stood beside her. His massive frame remained motionless. He looked at the woman who had crushed her own hand and shattered every chain meant to bind her. The violent blood surging through his body reached its peak. The system crashed. The biochemical suppression program restraining his mutated genes collapsed completely. The clone’s eyes snapped open. Pitch-black pupils radiated something inhuman.

With several concerns in mind, He couldn't sleep well the entire night. The next day he woke up with sleepy eyes and realized his clone was trying to communicate with him from inside Glitch. Clone Drift was a nice ability, but it had some limitations too. Creed could not just swap position with his Clone anywhere, the swapping position worked under a limited distance, about 20 km. However, he can talk to other clones at much larger distances without needing to worry about the 20km range. Soon He packed his bags and went back to Glitch. Manticore's egg has finally hatched.

“That was different. We were fake but he’s the real deal…” “No more excuses.” Tom interrupted him. then he took a quick look at the new members and exhaled. They seem nice. Perhaps they really want to fight for us. “I am certain, sir,” Yutti added. Immediately the clone showed up and groaned. Everyone paused and gazed in the direction of the groaning. Tom whispered while they were all staring in shock at the creature. “Everyone hide.” He whispered.