@Mille_W I hope you do, its my favorite thought experiment yet, I think you may enjoy it
Anyways, I think I'll post a continuation of my plot now if y'all don't mind.
Part 2: Resurgance
The old trooper buried rushed with a group of the survivors, into the burnt remnants of the old Horzine offices, and remembered his last visit there. The Mission....how he had, alone, made his way into the Labs. How he had fought Masterson that time. When he had discovered that Horzine had not failed in cloning after all. When he had killed Kevin's Adam, or what he thought to be him. Of course, he thought he'd never have to look into those eyes again. But it was only logical; Kevin had made one Masterson, why could he not make a dozen? A hundred? Who knew what this new menace was capable of. No matter. No matter how many genetic enhancements, no matter how much Horzine armor, they would all die, just as the old one had. He shoved all this behind him, and turned to the matter at hand.
The survivors of the initial attack were already regathering, and were pushing towards the Labs. First upon reaching the ruins, his squad (lets call them Squad A for now), began to descend. For the building had long been demolished. In fact, after He had been extracted, a storm of missiles and bunker-bombs had annihilated anything the fire had spared. Now ruins of twisted cement, steel, and charred wood created a heap, upon which only a broken letter "H", previously Neon, marked as Horzine property. The squad entered a hole made by an attempted bunker strike, and descended into the Lower Levels of the Horzine complex. Into a vast, unused Labyrinth, ruined by the counterstrike, but crawling with Horzine's many...."unorthodox" projects. The team, having recieved a good picture if where to go from the old strike teams, descended. And, as they went further, the complex became more obviously untouched...and alive. Power from a generator unknown to all surged through the corridors, mostly flickering as the lightbulbs begin to die from use. At last the Clamely Complex was reached...but the stairs had been dismantled. He looked about, confused about how to get all the way down, and then remembered how he had before. It was so simple....was it still there? Had it been fixed? He walked over to the nearest elevator and pressed "Down". The doors slid open, and that old, peaceful music poured out. They all walked in, pressed the lowest button, and felt a strange combination of intense peace and dread as they went down floor after floor.
The doors opened...and were welcomed by a greeting party. And by greeting party, I mean one that weilds chainsaws, meatgrinders, and guns. The Labs were tinged red from the alert lights as the they were filled with monstrosities. However, the squads had not gone uprepared. They had brought along a few compact explosives. And suddenly the Labs were filled with chaos. As smells of burning flesh and melting steel filled the air, the team rushed through the chaos deeper into the Labs, until they had reached an area where the steel doors were locked even against the "precious children" of Kevin. Luckily for the team, they had managed to blast their way in attempting to destroy some cloning devices...and were amazed. The labs here were empty. There was no sign that Kevin had let anyone in but himself. Not even a Masterson in sight. There were not hairless freaks in these nor even the usual clones of his old commander...but others. Attempts at creating Kevin's old life, there was even a clone of his dearest son, in a drugged coma. Versions, copies lay along the walls, torn to shreds by Kevin's destructive rages as he attempted to figure out what he wanted, what these were.
Then, they entered the second room. As the team sat in the first fending off zeds and setting charges, He told them to save them. For he had found something far more important then playthings of Clamely's psychotic desires. He had discovered, a large room. Dead scientists lay around, those who had discovered it. And their blood was used to write messages, the same as those found on computers in the room. "I am God" "I am Immortal" "The corrupt shall be overthrown, and my children will inherit the world". But over on the far side of the Lab lay a series of large tanks holding...things. Some were apparently in stages of developement, others were human-sized, and some were developing into monstrosities. He looked closer, and saw a familiar pattern among these. He knelt closer and saw the face of Kevin Clamely.
Thanks for reading, those perserverant few.
the soldier, for those who do not know, is the one in the KF Mod.