Dr. Frank POV

Eight years at the creation of Clone Sia.

"Ha!" I screamed, slamming the table as rage consumed me. My chest heaved with the frustration that clawed at my insides.

"Sir, it's plummeting again. I don't think this clone’s body can take it," the young resident doctor said, eyes wide with uncertainty.

"Increase the aptitude to 0.2 Iron Alpha!" I barked, trying to maintain control.

"Increasing subject body aptitude to 0.2 Iron Alpha," the resident doctor repeated nervously, hands trembling as he adjusted the machinery.

"Stabilize the C suction at gamma level," I ordered, pacing the room. My thoughts were racing.

"But sir—" the resident hesitated.

"Sara, just...